Monday, January 30, 2006

Beneath the floorboards

I met one of the new downstairs neighbors Sunday morning (I think there's more than one person living there). Because his (their) music was louder than the bar I'd been at the night before.

I nearly broke my hand knocking on his door to ask him to turn it down. To his credit, he did eventually answer the door and turned it down. Not down enough, but down. He seemed generally nice.

Now it's Monday night. Roommate and I have jobs that begin very early. Loud music in the evenings is not going to be a good thing. And it's not very good music either- I can't quite identify it, but let's just say synthesizers play a large role, as do drums. I don't want this to turn into a war, but I do not see the need to play music at full volume all the time. Oh yeah, and then they try to talk over it, can't hear each other and yell.I feel like putting on my Doc Martens and jogging around the apartment. But I'm not passive-aggressive, so I won't.

I grew up in an apartment/condo. There were four families in the building. The newest people to move in arrived when I as 6 (I'm now 26). We had respect for each other. Example- my upstairs neighbors understood that a little kid lived downstairs and nighttime was not the time to be doing loud things.


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