Personally, I would rather have one of those sneezing fits than a bout of hiccups. I'm talking about one of those horrifying, "did somebody electrocute you" bouts of sneezing. The kind that make you throw out your back. I hate hiccups.
I say all of this, because I had hiccups a few minutes ago. I don't know about you, but every time this happens to me, I wonder if they will ever stop. Will I be forced to spasm involuntarily every minute of my life until I ascend to the glory of Valhalla, having fought and died in an epic battle between my will to survive and my trachea?
What if I've convinced a girl I'm into to kiss me, and all of a sudden after months of hard work, as I lean in for my glorious reward, I let out an "ARP" or whatever onomatopoeic sound one would type to indicate a mood-killing hiccup? That would be dreadful.
But it's not all bad. I could certainly find work.
Strap me to the front of a submarine and use me as a radar. Other submarines will be able to use the sound of my hiccups to judge their distance from the USS Spasm, using the knowledge that underwater, a hiccup travels roughly 42 knots per second.
I could help blind people, too. On most street corners nowadays, you can hear a soft beeping noise, intended to alert our blind brethren to the stoppage of traffic and the direction they should travel, in order to cross the road. Instead, though, you could use me. Of course, I'd have to wear a soundproof scarf or something when there are cars coming. Otherwise, blind people would be walking into oncoming traffic, and I wouldn't want that.
And, if my hiccups are fast enough, I could be used as a sound effect in dubstep or rap music.
DJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJDJ OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARPARPARPARPARPARPARPARP OOOOOOOOOOO WOOOSH SHHHHHHHHHYOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARPARPARPARPARPARPARPARPARPARPARP BASS DROP SHYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARP ARP ARP ARP ARP ARP SHOOSHOOSHOOSHOOSHOOSHOOSHOOSHOO
And yeah, as I typed that, I was making all the sound effects in my head and doing a weird dance.
