Oh yeah… neighbors…

When I was extremely young, my parents somehow trained me to be able to sleep through anything.  This is an interesting development in my life, since not very many other people have this feature.  Most people would like it quiet in their house when they are trying to sleep.  Well, since I have this gift, I have actually grown accustomed to sleeping with sound, i.e. with the stereo on, or TV on, or something like that.  It is actually a little hard for me to go to sleep in dead silence.  I like to have some sound, even if it is just the hum of the air conditioning vents or a computer fan.

I have been living in my new apartment for about a month now.  For at least the past three weeks, I have had at least one neighbor, that I know of, if not one on either side of my apartment.  And of course when one moves into a new apartment, it is natural to kind of check out the neighborhood, in this case, the huge building in which I live.  However, I hadn’t met any of the neighbors on either side of me until last night.  Since I have moved in, I usually have my iTunes cranking away on random repeat, with a decent volume, so that I can hear it over the hum of the AC vents and the computer fans, and the wind blowing by the windows (yeah, I don’t pay a power bill here, so I have the AC on and the windows open).  Well, because when I leave the music on and leave my apartment, I don’t hear it anymore as soon as I get out into the hallway, I assumed that the insulation is decent and my neighbors don’t hear it either.  It wasn’t that loud, but perhaps the subwoofer does shake things up a bit.  So, after three weeks of living next to this person, and my music always playing at roughly the same level, she decided to come inform me that it does bother her, at 2:37 in the morning.  Now I feel terrible!  I’ve been blasting my music for three weeks and didn’t even know it.  Why didn’t she tell me three weeks ago? Is it really that loud?  Maybe it was just louder than usual last night?  Either way, now I feel completely terrible about the whole situation, plus I’m mad that I was awakened at 2:37 in the morning on a Saturday.  It was my fault, though, and the girl next door was extremely nice about it, but now I don’t know how loud I can have my music.  Maybe I should get some headphones to wear while I sleep.

So the moral of the story:

1. It is a good idea to meet your neighbors when you move into a new place.

2. It is a good idea to ask your neighbors that you just met if they can hear your music.  Do this during the day time.

3. It is a good idea to turn down the music at night.

4. It is a good idea to learn how to sleep in silence.


EvensonJuly 9th, 2006 at 02:19

It’s not really your fault Jabba. You’re used to being able to sleep though anything. I remember one time at the 2403 house, when I was playing Twister with a herd of elephants and the starting line of the 1976 New York Jets while listening to Twisted Sister beating a cat to death with a baby…and it didn’t even startle you.

KarenJuly 9th, 2006 at 09:40

I totally agree that she should have waited until the daytime to let you know that your music was too loud. If she thought it was too loud before, why didn’t she say something before 230 in the morning? Weird… she could have put in earplugs or something and just dealt with it until the appropriate hour to come knock on your door. Poor Justin, considering you had to get up at 430 Sunday morning!

e078120July 9th, 2006 at 13:16

Would have been better if she had come round and been really shitty… You would have thought “stupd bitch” and forgotten about the whole thing…

Trouble is, she was nice about it any now you have a concience…

Clever girl….

Why dont you explain that you are unsure about volume levels, and arrange a test. A bottle of wine would probably help as well… wink…

Good luck…

TrabbaJuly 9th, 2006 at 20:16

…good times…

A-DogJuly 15th, 2006 at 18:27

Horse shit. Go burn her with something.

My neighbor keeps getting pissed at me and zack when we smoke which isn’t often. This morning she was circling cig butts on the sidewalk with chalk and taking pictures of them. I assume as proof when she tries to tell the manager (I’m one of them, right?). She told me they were going to make Oakvale no smoking. Brain damage, brain damage.

so yeah. Burn that bitch.

jabbaJuly 15th, 2006 at 20:35

Thanks for the comments! I don’t know about the extremes of which you speak, A-Dog, but I feel your pain.

Jean PierreJuly 25th, 2006 at 02:24

A neighbor of mine at my Berlin apartment LOVED to practise playing his guitar at 0600 a.m. on Saturday/Sunday mornings. It never really bothered me so much that I went upstairs and told him.

But one night he came home at 0230 (a.m.) and decided to do a little bit of karaoke with his friends. Have you ever heard some drunk british dudes performing ABBA? No? You missed absolutely nothing.

I couldn’t close one eye (can I say that in english? It’s quite literally translated from german “Ich konnte kein Auge zumachen”) so I started eating up all stuff I found in my fridge and tried to get some sleep when I was done.

Well, my alarm went off at 0730 so I got up an turned my stereo so loud that I could clearly listen to the music under the running shower. Never heard a guitar again “zu unchristlicher Zeit” (what’s that translated into english?).

jabbaJuly 25th, 2006 at 06:02

hahaha. I believe we say “I couldn’t sleep a wink” and I think it is indeed “at an ungodly hour”, but I could be wrong. Nobody should have to hear british dudes singing ABBA. I feel your pain!

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