Just having neighbors who do their everyday things drives me to frightening levels of hatred for folks I don’t know. Feel sorry for me if you will, but I cannot help it, and anyways I don’t give a shit what the fuck yall think. People walking, talking, playing music, coming in and out, starting their cars to leave or even worse, coming back! I have lost so much sleep in my life due to loud neighbors who drag furniture around, keep dropping things, have their fucking lowlife drug dealers come in at all hours of the night, get the police over because they lost their goddamn KEYS…blaaaah…
I am a ghost. No one hears me. I play video games with my headphones on, I try and respect the people around me, but that is rarely given back to me. I would buy a house if I could. Out in a fucking swamp where no one wants to go. The mosquitoes and frogs would lull me to sleep. And maybe something would eat me. But I would die in peace! It might smell bad, but I’m willing to live with that shit.
I have fixed my problem, at least for a while.
I recently moved on a second floor building where under me are offices. I don’t hear them as I am at work when they’re here. This suits me just quite fucking fine. Plus they’re office people, hardly the loudest lot.
I sleep at night now. I am not plagued with sleep paralysis or stress induced white nights. I never asked for much, hence my deep resentment of anyone too close to me who would ruin my existence with theirs.