Where do you guys fall on the issue of apartments, and the noisy motherfuckers who inhabit them? To what degree do you think people are obligated to keep it down? Are you of the opinion that life is fast paced and exciting, and loud noises are inevitable, and that people who complain are fussy old cranks trying to get in the way of your rich experiences? Or do you think that being a noisy neighbor should be punishable by death?
I tell ya, I've never been particularly forgiving of loud neighbors, but as I've gotten older, I've just gotten less and less tolerant. I honestly, truly believe that if you live in such a fashion that other people can readily hear what you're up to, you have a social and moral obligation to shut the fuck up as much as possible. Bassy music vibrating my floor or thumping away in my wall? Shut the fuck up. Loud arguments or television carrying through the walls? Shut the fuck up. Loud party going to 3AM, drunk conversations on balcony, keeping half the building awake? If I had a flaming bag of dog shit handy, it would be on its way to your balcony as we speak.
I had a downstairs neighbor for about a year...she was an aspiring concert pianist. This means piano practice for SEVEN TO TEN HOURS A DAY. Breakfast? You're eating to piano music. Dinner? Piano music. Sex? Time for some piano music. Watching a movie? I hope it goes nicely with piano music. She had the piano up against a wall, so we could hear it in every single room. And she'd play the same piece for weeks, months on end. The same 2-3 minute piece. Over, and over, and over, and over. Often repeating 10-15 second chunks for hours at a time. After asking her politely on several occasions to please stop and meeting profound resistance (But I HAVE to practice!) I just decided to wage war. Fortunately, she lived beneath me. Piano practice? Time for some stomping! I hope you like stomping! I'm going to leap back and forth to get a glass of water! Feeling sleepy? Stomping time! Middle of the night? Hey, I think I'd like to do some stomping. Naturally, diplomatic relations soured, and she eventually moved out. I feel sorry for whatever poor fucker has to live next to her now.
So yeah, really, that's how it goes. Play your music too much or for too long, have too many parties, force me to listen to "BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMPBUMPBUMP BUMP BUMP" for hours on end, and I'm going to ask nice once or twice, and then it's banging on walls and stomping on floors. That is universal apartment parlance for please shut the fuck up. I don't care if you think it's rude. It's drawing your attention to how INCREDIBLY ANNOYING repetitive, intrusive sound is.
Thoughts? Am I TOO MEAN on this issue? Anyone agree with me? Or think I'm the worst neighbor ever?
I tell ya, I've never been particularly forgiving of loud neighbors, but as I've gotten older, I've just gotten less and less tolerant. I honestly, truly believe that if you live in such a fashion that other people can readily hear what you're up to, you have a social and moral obligation to shut the fuck up as much as possible. Bassy music vibrating my floor or thumping away in my wall? Shut the fuck up. Loud arguments or television carrying through the walls? Shut the fuck up. Loud party going to 3AM, drunk conversations on balcony, keeping half the building awake? If I had a flaming bag of dog shit handy, it would be on its way to your balcony as we speak.
I had a downstairs neighbor for about a year...she was an aspiring concert pianist. This means piano practice for SEVEN TO TEN HOURS A DAY. Breakfast? You're eating to piano music. Dinner? Piano music. Sex? Time for some piano music. Watching a movie? I hope it goes nicely with piano music. She had the piano up against a wall, so we could hear it in every single room. And she'd play the same piece for weeks, months on end. The same 2-3 minute piece. Over, and over, and over, and over. Often repeating 10-15 second chunks for hours at a time. After asking her politely on several occasions to please stop and meeting profound resistance (But I HAVE to practice!) I just decided to wage war. Fortunately, she lived beneath me. Piano practice? Time for some stomping! I hope you like stomping! I'm going to leap back and forth to get a glass of water! Feeling sleepy? Stomping time! Middle of the night? Hey, I think I'd like to do some stomping. Naturally, diplomatic relations soured, and she eventually moved out. I feel sorry for whatever poor fucker has to live next to her now.
So yeah, really, that's how it goes. Play your music too much or for too long, have too many parties, force me to listen to "BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMPBUMPBUMP BUMP BUMP" for hours on end, and I'm going to ask nice once or twice, and then it's banging on walls and stomping on floors. That is universal apartment parlance for please shut the fuck up. I don't care if you think it's rude. It's drawing your attention to how INCREDIBLY ANNOYING repetitive, intrusive sound is.
Thoughts? Am I TOO MEAN on this issue? Anyone agree with me? Or think I'm the worst neighbor ever?