Some new tenant moved into the unit above our apartment a few weeks ago. How did we know? Because of the change in the acoustic pattern of somebody walking above our head. From basically nothing, to THUMP THUMP THUMP. Twenty four fucking hours (apparently, they never sleep). It’s really annoying for the first few days, but after a while, we kinda grew accustomed to it.
So, life goes on.
Last week, the new tenant(s), started a whole new level of their noise making flair. This time, it’s CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK, of something being repeatedly hit with a heavy mallet. Sometimes, there were even sounds of furniture being dragged across the floor. Like they’ve just discovered the laws of physics and vibrations there. Initially we thought maybe these people were just adjusting their new furniture, you know, since they’ve just moved in not long ago and all that. So, we compromised, and thought that it would be over soon when they’re done with it.
But we were wrong.
The knockings not only became more constant, but louder as well. There were a few times, Regine got jolted up from her sleep and scared the living shit out of her. As a result, she began to suffer somekind of an insomnia, and eventually developed colic. Emily, being the most affected by all the commotion, decided to confront the bunch of uncivilized apes, lest that our daughter would grow up to be emotionally disturbed. She went up there, and subtly threw them a courteous but sarcastic remarks
“Hi I’m your neighbour from the unit below your’s. I noticed that you people have been knocking on something for the past few nights… I was wondering, if you can knock a little less harder? That’s because the noise is scaring the shit out of my infant daughter and it keeps waking her from her sleep.” [wide smile]
(the tenants comprise of 3 individuals: 2 blimp guys and a skeletal chick whom my mom described as ‘extremely repugnant looking piece of shit’)
They kinda complied, but there were still occasional furniture dragging. We kinda gave up on that one. After all, they’re just renting the place. You can’t expect those people to be considerate just because you have a sleeping baby. (being sensitive to noise is part and parcel of having a baby)
Again, we lived with it.
But this morning, something happened. I discovered a dent mark on my car door, which I was absolutely positive, that it’s induced by that retarded lowlife tenant. How so?
a) Their parking lot is next to mine (yes, very unfortunate indeed)
b) That fucking neighbour always park his car overlapping my lot, leaving a narrow space not big enough to walk through a midget.
c) I check my car for dents each time I alight my car, and the dent wasn’t there the last time I checked it.
d) I haven’t parked anywhere else except my workplace and my own parking lot for the past 1 month. My workplace lot is wide enough to park 1.5 cars and it’s ‘immune’ to swiveling door hits.
e) The dent mark MATCHES the height and swiveling radius of the tenant’s car.
I’m so fucking upset about the whole shebang right now. Having had to put up with those mongoloids at my workplace and enough asshole neighbours, now I had to deal with these neanderthals from hell. Why can’t just everyone be like any average civilized person? What the fuck is wrong with all these people? Why are there so many pricks inside my world?
I’m finding it more and more difficult to blend into the way of our society. It’s debilitating me off all the positive aspects of life. I don’t find interacting with a fellow human pleasant anymore. I’d rather do it with a lizard. At least I can expect a lizard to be less intelligent, and I know it won’t be able to wreck my car in any way (unless it was unfortunate enough to stuck in between the valves, which might fuck the engine…)
I have a hunch, that I’m not going to be a very healthy person when I grow old. Either I’m gonna fucking die out of stroke, or I’m going to develop an acute depression complex that’s gonna make me a psycho going postal around the neighbourhood. Perhaps I should stop taking everything in life too personal. Maybe I should take drugs haze up my brain or something.
Right now, I’m thinking of how to confront those cavemen after work today. The medieval way? Or the white collar way.