Annoying neighbors
Aug. 21st, 2008 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightlotusmoonAll settled in with Luna and Rose on the bed, freshly showered and everything. Fell asleep, restlessly, around 11:00.
Around 11:30 I heard what seemed to be firecrackers.
My bedroom window is directly above the front yard. If a car alarm goes off, I hear it. If some neighbor kids are blaring music, I hear it. If lovers fight, I hear it.
So, firecrackers.
Bam pow boom crackle crack crack boom.
The cats were getting nervous. I was getting irritated. But I fell back asleep, and Rose inched up next to me, and I put my arm around her and tried to calm her.
Around 12:00, bright white lights flashed in a massive burst and lit up the night. Followed, of course, by crazy firecracker booming noises.
At this point, I seriously contemplated calling the local police about a noise disturbance.
I called Adam instead. He suggested I ignore it, because stupid kids will be stupid kids. But see, I have a fear of fire. I panic if I even imagine a fire starting in this little townhouse community. And the lights and noises were coming from the wide yard directly across from my house. Adam talked me down for a bit. I went back to sleep. The noises stopped.
Okay, so who decided to set off fucking fireworks at 11:30 on a Wednesday night in August, in a townhouse community where there are families? Probably the same assholes who blare music at six in the morning on a Monday. Or the ones who leave trash scattered all over the sidewalk because they don't have trash service and assume that the trash people will just pick up random garbage lying around. Oh, that's always a fun thing to see.
I get that people might be insomniac and want to do shit when they can't sleep. Great. Fine. But try to do it quietly. And clean up when you're done. (For example, my roommate has cooked food in the middle of the night without washing his dishes, leaving a sticky encrusted mess in the sink the next day, which is especially irritating when my husband and I had spent time together washing everything in the sink beforehand. One time, I spent five minutes on a plastic bowl with a Brillo pad, and I will say that it really helps with getting the frustration vented. I don't know and don't care what the fuck was all over that bowl that needed a Brillo pad to be battled, but it was gross, and attacking it helped me calm down after a while. I've started seeing dishwashing as a perfect outlet for physically venting irritation and frustration. I may have injured a spoon or two, though.)
The point is, I can't comprehend what goes through my neighbors' heads at night sometimes.
Around 11:30 I heard what seemed to be firecrackers.
My bedroom window is directly above the front yard. If a car alarm goes off, I hear it. If some neighbor kids are blaring music, I hear it. If lovers fight, I hear it.
So, firecrackers.
Bam pow boom crackle crack crack boom.
The cats were getting nervous. I was getting irritated. But I fell back asleep, and Rose inched up next to me, and I put my arm around her and tried to calm her.
Around 12:00, bright white lights flashed in a massive burst and lit up the night. Followed, of course, by crazy firecracker booming noises.
At this point, I seriously contemplated calling the local police about a noise disturbance.
I called Adam instead. He suggested I ignore it, because stupid kids will be stupid kids. But see, I have a fear of fire. I panic if I even imagine a fire starting in this little townhouse community. And the lights and noises were coming from the wide yard directly across from my house. Adam talked me down for a bit. I went back to sleep. The noises stopped.
Okay, so who decided to set off fucking fireworks at 11:30 on a Wednesday night in August, in a townhouse community where there are families? Probably the same assholes who blare music at six in the morning on a Monday. Or the ones who leave trash scattered all over the sidewalk because they don't have trash service and assume that the trash people will just pick up random garbage lying around. Oh, that's always a fun thing to see.
I get that people might be insomniac and want to do shit when they can't sleep. Great. Fine. But try to do it quietly. And clean up when you're done. (For example, my roommate has cooked food in the middle of the night without washing his dishes, leaving a sticky encrusted mess in the sink the next day, which is especially irritating when my husband and I had spent time together washing everything in the sink beforehand. One time, I spent five minutes on a plastic bowl with a Brillo pad, and I will say that it really helps with getting the frustration vented. I don't know and don't care what the fuck was all over that bowl that needed a Brillo pad to be battled, but it was gross, and attacking it helped me calm down after a while. I've started seeing dishwashing as a perfect outlet for physically venting irritation and frustration. I may have injured a spoon or two, though.)
The point is, I can't comprehend what goes through my neighbors' heads at night sometimes.
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Date: 2008-08-21 04:45 pm (UTC)Yeah, I've had experience in this area myself. It's highly annoying.
Just my two-cents.
:/
Also, I'm also fearful of fires. Whenever my husband and I leave our apartment, I turn off EVERY light and the heat lamps for our two lizards. I also double-check that everything is turned off at night before going to bed because if I don't, I'll lay awake in bed full of anxiety and end up getting up and checking again anyway. It annoys my husband, but it's a TRUE fear and I can't help it.
:(
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Date: 2008-08-21 05:17 pm (UTC)It's a cycle.
My roommate is a great guy, a good friend. But recently, he's been a lousy roommate.
I haven't wanted to say anything on LJ because he reads my journal and we're mutual friends here. But between the lack of housework, the lack of rent money, and him getting defensive when we ask about either one, I'm frustrated beyond imagination. And that's being polite.
But you're right, I shouldn't have to wash his dishes.
Adam tied a long thick rope to our bed, which is directly under the window. This way, if there is a fire, we have an escape route. Sort of. This eases my fear of fire sightly, but it doesn't help my fear of heights! Or the concern about how to get the cats out.