You have a hearing issue, and thus are completely excused. I was more ranting about behavioral; people who just don't care. But from what I've seen of you on the boards...we'd gladly travel with you & your family to Disney any day...loudness & all.
There's also the possibility that when someone is talking loudly, it's not that they're the ones with the hearing problem but they're talking to someone who does. I'm reaching the point where people have to speak up for me to hear them, especially if there's other ambient noise, like at a club or on the streets or at WDW. I have trouble filtering out the other noise to concentrate on the conversation at hand without a little help with volume.
I will admit to sometimes being loud and getting louder just because I know people are listening, so I give them something worth listening to
tales for another time.
On an early WDW trip with the poor woman who is now my wife, we overheard a child, oblivious to all but her own pathetic lot in life, being told that the slide at the VWL pool was the only one they had. Her reply: "That side is for BABIES!" And for the rest of our trip, hell the rest of our lives, I'll often tell my wife there's something I don't want to do because it's "FOR BABIES!"
But on the cute side (granted, my opinion is biased), last trip down, I'm holding my oldest while waiting for MSEP. My wife brought the baby back to the room, but Slapperina really wanted to see the parade so we stuck around. And this was one of those times I was getting a little louder because I know people are listening, so why not have some fun. I told her that it should be a very bright parade because "I hear there are, like, A MILLION lights in this parade." Slapperina looked up at the sky and went "a million...a million...maybe there are a million lights in the parade because there are a million stars in the sky!" There is a murmured "awwwwww" in our general vicinity, which she doesn't notice, but I hear. I say "Maybe that's why...you know, you've very philosophical." Now, she's three at this point, never heard the word philosophical, but decided she didn't like the sound of it, so she grabs my face with her hands, gets right in my face and goes, "No, YOU'RE PHILLASHPLOPPPICAL!" And the crows around us went bug-nuts with laughter. One man asked if we were "street performers" hired to pretend to be adorable guests waiting for the parade so people won't be bored. I said no, but it's nice to have career options.
