I hate my neighbors. I go many weeks without remembering that I hate my neighbors, but then they go and remind me, usually around 3 or 4 in the morning. The one time I asked them to be quiet (at 2 a.m.) they basically told me to f*** off and continued carrying on until 6 a.m. when I finally got out of bed to drive to the airport.
Last night was one of these special occasions, after stumbling home from a holiday party and drinking a few glasses of water I fell into bed and into a deep sleep around 2:30. It was delightfully quiet in my apartment, the windows which have been open all month let in the cool air and everything was good... Until I was woken up at 5 a.m. by my neighbors who were carrying on rambunctiously and playing music at an unreasonable level.
There are three factors that contribute to my abhorrence of my neighbors: 1) the apartment complex has quiet hours written into the lease agreement, from midnight to 8 a.m.; 2) I have put in earplugs and tried to ignore the neighbors, but they are so loud the earplugs don't drown them out; 3) I pretty much don't like anyone who disturbs my sleep.
They are often so noisy that even with my door closed, my roommate can hear them in her bedroom. It really cheeses me off that even though we've asked them on numerous occasions to be quiet they still continue to carry on at the same volume. So I think I'm just going to start posting the print out of the building's quiet time policy on their door.
One of the many authors I remember dearly from my childhood is Robert Munsch. We had some stories of his on audiotape and I loved to listen to them, even now they come to mind occasionally. The story of Mortimer in particular seems appropriate here. You can give it a listen on the website. It's a story of a little boy who is tucked in to bed, and as soon as the adults are downstairs he begins yelling "CLANG CLANG RATTLE BING BANG GONNA MAKE MY NOISE ALL DAY." At least thinking of this when my neighbors are being obnoxious makes me laugh a little bit.
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Set them on fire. It's the only way to deal with them.
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