We grew up with sonic booms galore. I'm about to turn 70, and I am just fine.
Grew up in Kalifornia, when it was California and Reagan Country. Military bases everywhere, and we looooved all the jets and sonic booms.
Hear, hear! The jets coming and going from the AFB in the Upper Peninsula dropped sonic booms from time to time, I considered it a treat, growing up in The Boonies, where other interruptions would include dogs barking and hogs squealing somewhere in 3/4 mile radius. Complaints about sonic booms are just one somewhere in a long series of Karenisms, along with various food allergies, free speech, Donald Trump's East Wing renovation, and the global warming hoax, among many others.