I got shussed by my neighbors the other day. I'm making too much noise, apparently, and two out of my seven neighbors decided that I should be more quiet. Me. More quiet. That's like asking Louie Anderson to be fatter.
For those of you unaware, I am a condominium dweller. More so out of cost than preference. I'm intensely private, and there are times when the condo life is difficult for me - like when I have to socialize or deal with neighbors. I like suburban life, but I'd prefer it in a cave or some five-story building where the other 4 floors were used for storage.It wasn't so much me as it was the music I was listening to. FYI, I listen to music through my fancy Bose computer speakers while I'm doing this. The walls of my condo are so paper-thin that the gigantic 2-inch speaker and it's little bass compartment rattled the walls at or near 1:00am on Saturday, keeping my downstairs and next door neighbors awake wondering what all the rumbling was.
Those must be some thin-ass walls, people.
Part of the charm of music is that it moves air. I've never enjoyed wearing headphones. I have good ones and I still don't enjoy it. They're uncomfortable, and I think they do more damage to your ears than listening to loud music moving air. I think I could find medical research to support me, but I don't have the energy to look it up.
My first clue should have been when I moved in, and my downstairs neighbor told me that when I'm at work, he can hear my cat walking around. He doesn't even wear shoes. I didn't tell him that Kitty moonlights as a dancer. Since I lost my ex's income, I'm putting him to work. My neighbors are nice people, but I think that maybe they need a noisy hobby to distract them from the racket he's making. Maybe chainsaw juggling or small engine repair?
Later, he told me that my recliner makes his TV jump. Honestly, I figure that one day the floor will just collapse under the considerable weight of my furniture, cat and various small appliances. Then, I'll have a nice duplex.
And one less neighbor.
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Ah yes, the neighbors and the paperthin walls.
My downstairs neighbor is 88 and is constantly playing records from the big band era. Full blast, she is deaf.
Before her, there was a nice couple, early twenties. Me and the ex heard them one night and voila- nine months later they had a girl.
And the neighbor on the side of me hears me in the toilet, as I hear him.
I would like to move, but I am rent controlled.
Happy New Year Anthony, to you and Kitty.
how exactly does ones recliner make ones TV jump?
I'm gonna have to test this out heehee
kate: It's either a cheap recliner or a cheap TV.
I think there's more fun to be had around here that doesn't involve the recliner.
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