Wikipedia defines Human whistling as the production of sound by means of carefully controlling a stream of air flowing through a small hole. Whistling can be achieved by creating a small opening with one’s lips and then blowing air out of the hole or sucking air into the hole.
(Thank you for specifying the “Human” part, Wiki)
In general, here are my whistling guidelines.
When to never ever whistle:
1. If I am near you
2. If you are in church
3. If you see a pretty lady (it’s just too cliche, forget rude)
4. If people around you are sleeping
5. At a job interview
6. If you are on a first date (unless you want it to be your last)
7. If you are my boss
8. While you are serving food to the elderly
9. While you work (unless you are short and live in the woods with six other creatures all dressed the same as you but in varying colors)
10. If I am near you
When you pretty much shouldn’t whistle, but probably could get away with it:
1. In a crowded bar where it’s very hard to hear people talking next to you
2. In a storm system characterized by high pressure, heavy rain and strong winds
3. If you’re really that scared, or about to be murdered
4. If the music is very loud so as to mostly drown out your whistling
5. If you’re with a fellow whistler or someone characterized by a pro-whistling attitude (probably a street performer, a circus member, or someone who is socially inept or generally stupid)
When whistling is okay:
1. If you’re alone in your car, and you happen to hear “Patience” by Guns n Roses in its entirety (you actually sort of have to whistle)
2. If you are Anna in The King and I (you kind of have to)
3. If you are alone watching Bridge on the River Kwai
4. If you are alone, singing “Goodbye Stranger” by Supertramp, “Golden Years” by David Bowie, “Young Folks” by Peter, Bjorn and John, or “Me and Julio Down by the School Yard” by Paul Simon.
5. If you find yourself in solitary confinement.
6. If you train wild animals
7. If you’re in a large group of fellow whistlers or a marching band of POWs.
I was recently told by a guy that I have a lot of “rules.” And, in fact, he was not the first guy to tell me this. I have been told it’s hard to remember my rules, so I decided I will occasionally post them here. I am sure some people mean well by whistling, or they’re genuinely happy. I think whistling got damaged for me by a couple of key characters in my life. One of whom I cannot name, (cuz this blog is so famous and all of two people read it and it might get back to the bad whistler person) really made me twitch with whistling anger. He would dance around, whistling something I sometimes recognized, sometimes didn’t, but it wasn’t that part that drove my eyes to dart around within reach for sharp objects — no, it was the part where he would whistle AT ME. TO ME. TOWARDS MY FACE. To evoke, what kind of reaction? I think he expected me to grow for him a broad smile, tilting my head towards his, perhaps gently swaying my head back and forth at his musical wonderment coming from his face. Blinking slowly. Smiling in a different way when the music got really good. Nodding my head time to time. Instead, I’m forced to smile politely like I just smelled something rotting, and go about my business as if I do not hear the sound of his happiness. I know it will pass, but I just don’t know when.
And to all you people out there who cannot whistle: It’s okay. You can really stop trying.