About me : I treasure silence. I love just laying on my bed with the window open, complete silence and a soft wind blowing. I'm just a really calm guy; I'm not into parties or that kind of stuff. I want complete silence whenever it's possible. I also am a bad sleeper. I get woken up by any noise (which is why I sleep with earplugs) and I can't fall asleep if I hear any sound except my own heartbeat (which sucks, but with earplugs you have no choice because I'm a fat fuck with undiagnosed high blood pressure and I hear my heart going non-stop when I have them on). I can't help but focus on it completely. Even a small vibration on my bed makes me want to find out where it's coming from and smash it with a hammer; I can't sleep at all (except, again, for training myself to sleep with earplugs).
So, for the last few days, the guy living under me has been putting his music on around 8am and turning it off around 1-2am every day, leaving it on during the day as well when he's not there. He's also started banging on his ceiling when I'm walking in my apartment, even when I'm taking a shit. My apartment is shaking non-stop. This fucker was intentionally messing with me.
Now, I have earplugs that I use pretty much all the time to cut noise (+headphones = noise sealing headphones essentially) but I could still hear this mother fucker. It's July 10th so the guy is a new resident from July 1st.
I tried being patient like I did with my last neighbor upstairs, 2 years of hell until I had to get the owner involved repeatedly. Anyway, I had enough with this guy and started to be an asshole as well. I put my fan on max and put it in my bedroom. This thing is as loud as a freaking vacuum cleaner, it's a pain in the ass. It contributed to the shaking (plus with earplugs I can hear my heart pumping real fucking loud so I'm basically shaking non-stop myself). Thankfully, I sleep on my couch anyway (I had allergic reactions to stuff put on my bed at one point and got used to sleeping on the couch; never went back... I know I'm weird) so I figured "fuck this guy, he deserved to hear that constant vibration".
Then, saturday morning, I once again get woken up by this guy at 8am. I was pretty pissed so I hit the floor pretty hard with my foot and I heard him answer back by hitting his ceiling. I snapped a little bit and start banging on the floor by throwing a huge book over and over again then put on my music to deafen myself, no clue how he reacted.
Tonight, same shit; the music is louder than ever and I can hear it even when I'm in my bed next to my huge fan + have ear plugs. I call the cops and they say it would be ~30 minutes to have someone come so I tell them nevermind since they had a lot of real emergencies (Saturday night = weekly fireworks around here and it attracts huge crowds of idiots) and call the landlord.
He said he would take care of it but to make sure the message is clear, I go down there as well and see their door open and them just talking away.
Now here's the twist. The new resident doesn't speak english so I'm speaking with his friend. They had no idea that for the past 3 day I was leading a warfare of sound, trying to stay sane and not go down there and break their legs. The music? Just them watching TV insanely loud. They both looked like I was insane when I was like "look, I turned off my fan, I'll be nicer, can we just please stop this bs?".
So, next time you want to murder your neighbor for being an unreasonable asshole, go talk to them first. Maybe, like me, you're a paranoid sociopath (kidding but I felt a bit stupid about the whole thing).
Now, I'm sure they lied to a certain extent or they just really love banging around their apartment for no fucking reason, following the sound of my footsteps, but I'm glad it's cleared up at least. Told them to kindly STFU after midnight. But they looked genuinely confused when I was explaining to them that I didn't appreciate their banging; although for the resident I guess it's because he didn't understand a fucking word I said. I'll see in a few days if they were fucking with me or not; if it keeps happening I will go ape shit on them anyway.
P.S : I still slightly hear his TV with my earplugs but knowing it's not directed at me, it's not as bad as thinking "this motherfucker won't stop until I hurt him".
*edit : if I sound really angry, this situation + the diet I started a week ago combined = RAAAAAAAAAAGE