cackling chaos

At work (today,) there is this co-worker of mine who has this very distinctive GIGGLE. And its a 'HE' who has this giggle. It's more like a chuck, chuck, chuckle which squeaks and bounces down the hallway, off and on all day. Now, how terrible do I feel because this chuckly irritates me? It's not like he's being a jerk, or he is in any way annoying. It's just the giggl slash chuckle. The sound of it is like a wheezy puffing clown on drugs...
This particular guy is very nice, but now you'll really hate me, he is also slightly disabled. Not majorly. But the guilt I feel over detesting his laughing is really , really dreadful. How can I begrudge a nice, slightly disabled young man, his joy de verve? His very hap-hap-happy all day laughing at work over this little mishap, or that shared joke, or some patient incident which is on the humourous side ?
I do in fact think he;s great.
And its only the SOUND of the actual chuckle which , for some reason, doesn't resonate in my internal aesthetic sound filters. I wish I didnt react like that, I wish my innate noise absorbers found his giggle lovely, and not 'jarring' . Its a little like Jazz music. Some people thrive on the chaos of its obscure harmony.... and others find themselves crosseyed and irritated by the listening of its native mish-mash. A cocophony of notes , so clever.
Same as Art, I personally love modern art with awful bendy lines and thwarted pattens. Yet I know others who hate, hate it and think its crap.
its a personal sense of beauty, as is sounds.
So on that level my guilt isnt so bad..
but I find myself being jarred internally as he laughy, laughs off and on. And this is NO Good.

BY THE WAY Its the first week without Jem. I called him last night and turns out he isnt coming down to my place for over 2 weeks because they have this 'party' thing to go to... he asked if that was OKay by me. He was worried I'd be upset. Part of me IS upset, I dont know how I'll go not seeing him for that long and I don't like it. However, I said for him NOT to worry and just to do whatever suits him. Still.... I know deep down I'll be so desperate to see him in 2 weekends, I'll be like an addict waiting for a hit.

I'm going to the movies tonite with Mia.
It's half price nite on tuesdays and we are trying to make a habit of it.