You must live below the people in the apartment next to me.
Why are people like this. Really. I want a serious, well thought out answer from people who act like this. I would be fucking appalled if I found out people had been losing sleep because of me. Or they weren’t able to concentrate when working from home, or had to get a bluetooth converter for their tv to connect headphones because otherwise they can’t even enjoy tv with all the stomping, banging, furniture moving, and door slamming. I would feel so fucking guilty and especially embarrassed for coming off as such an entitled piece of shit. I literally cannot comprehend that there are people who know they’re disturbing others, in their own homes, day and night, and they either don’t give a shit, or they get mad at the person they’re torturing for asking them nicely to keep it down. Or both. And yes I have brought it up with my landlord countless times. They could give a fuck. The next step is to contact the city and have them come in with a decibel meter or something. In my state, landlords must ensure “peaceful enjoyment” for tenants. But I’d have to prove it’s over a certain level, then deal with filing a complaint and/or civil court or whatever, so nothing ever changes.
This is one situation where I think an eye for an eye is perfectly reasonable, because after living through over a year of daily constant noise, I think my next door neighbors aren’t deserving of a single moment of peace from now on.
Everyone seems to have a story like this, which makes me think that we might actually be just as loud as the people we complain about without realizing it. Think about it. It’s not like we can actually hear what we sound like from the floor below while we are “softly walking around” upstairs.
I got told we were like this once. Mle and my wife would literally tiptoe around after, carefully close doors, live in a constant state of worry, and still the next morning the guy below would say “you’re literally shaking paintings off the walls!” My wife was physically afraid to run into him after a bit.
At the time I thought the apartment must have paper thin walls that apparently I couldn’t hear through, but now I think he was just an ass. Living off self righteous anger.
YMMV. You have situations like the one you describe, and you have situations like mine. There’s a unit down the hall that keeps everyone on the damn floor awake. There’s a nice dude who lives there and raises his grandkids, and there’s also the kid’s father. The kids and the grandfather are great. They’re respectful, kind, and very friendly.
The kid’s father has this “fun” habit of sleeping with complete randos. You do you, yadda yadda. I try to mind my own business.
He makes it EVERYONE’S business. Every single time he gets dumped, he throws an enormous hissy fit. Screaming incoherently, banging on every door in the hallway, stomping about, etc. He doesn’t work, yet he throws a hissy fit when he has to watch his own kids because the grandfather has to work. It doesn’t matter if it’s 2am or 2pm, there’s a decent chance that that guy is pissed at something. It wasn’t uncommon to see him crying by the front doors.
It’s a great personal reminder to never start doing hard drugs. I only know that the guy does hard drugs because of the grandfather was venting to me about it. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times the cops have been called on him by other people.
Consider that smokers exist. The entire premise of being a smoker is that you damage your own health and the health of everyone around you. It is not at all different.
You must live below the people in the apartment next to me.
Why are people like this. Really. I want a serious, well thought out answer from people who act like this. I would be fucking appalled if I found out people had been losing sleep because of me. Or they weren’t able to concentrate when working from home, or had to get a bluetooth converter for their tv to connect headphones because otherwise they can’t even enjoy tv with all the stomping, banging, furniture moving, and door slamming. I would feel so fucking guilty and especially embarrassed for coming off as such an entitled piece of shit. I literally cannot comprehend that there are people who know they’re disturbing others, in their own homes, day and night, and they either don’t give a shit, or they get mad at the person they’re torturing for asking them nicely to keep it down. Or both. And yes I have brought it up with my landlord countless times. They could give a fuck. The next step is to contact the city and have them come in with a decibel meter or something. In my state, landlords must ensure “peaceful enjoyment” for tenants. But I’d have to prove it’s over a certain level, then deal with filing a complaint and/or civil court or whatever, so nothing ever changes.
This is one situation where I think an eye for an eye is perfectly reasonable, because after living through over a year of daily constant noise, I think my next door neighbors aren’t deserving of a single moment of peace from now on.
Everyone seems to have a story like this, which makes me think that we might actually be just as loud as the people we complain about without realizing it. Think about it. It’s not like we can actually hear what we sound like from the floor below while we are “softly walking around” upstairs.
I got told we were like this once. Mle and my wife would literally tiptoe around after, carefully close doors, live in a constant state of worry, and still the next morning the guy below would say “you’re literally shaking paintings off the walls!” My wife was physically afraid to run into him after a bit.
At the time I thought the apartment must have paper thin walls that apparently I couldn’t hear through, but now I think he was just an ass. Living off self righteous anger.
Go with your gut. His ceiling probably creaked when you walked, and that was it.
YMMV. You have situations like the one you describe, and you have situations like mine. There’s a unit down the hall that keeps everyone on the damn floor awake. There’s a nice dude who lives there and raises his grandkids, and there’s also the kid’s father. The kids and the grandfather are great. They’re respectful, kind, and very friendly.
The kid’s father has this “fun” habit of sleeping with complete randos. You do you, yadda yadda. I try to mind my own business.
He makes it EVERYONE’S business. Every single time he gets dumped, he throws an enormous hissy fit. Screaming incoherently, banging on every door in the hallway, stomping about, etc. He doesn’t work, yet he throws a hissy fit when he has to watch his own kids because the grandfather has to work. It doesn’t matter if it’s 2am or 2pm, there’s a decent chance that that guy is pissed at something. It wasn’t uncommon to see him crying by the front doors.
It’s a great personal reminder to never start doing hard drugs. I only know that the guy does hard drugs because of the grandfather was venting to me about it. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times the cops have been called on him by other people.
Fuuuck I wish it was cheaper to move.
Consider that smokers exist. The entire premise of being a smoker is that you damage your own health and the health of everyone around you. It is not at all different.