I’ve had it! I’ve been living in this apartment for years, and I can’t take it anymore. It’s like the resident living above me has a personal vendetta against peace and quiet. Every single morning, it’s the same story – the vacuum cleaner orchestra starts blaring at the crack of dawn, as if they’re auditioning for a cleaning competition.
But it doesn’t stop there, oh no. Weird hours are fair game too. Who needs sleep when you can rearrange furniture at night? The screeching sound of sofas and tables being dragged across the floor is like nails on a chalkboard, except that chalkboard is my patience wearing thin.
And don’t even get me started on the room doors. It’s like they’ve taken up professional door slamming as a hobby. Bing, bang, bong – the symphony of noisy door closing is enough to make me want to invest in soundproof earmuffs for my own sanity. Drawers are closed in a loud bang sound too. Did the drawers offend them in any ways? Lmao
And let’s not forget the kitchen orchestra. Apparently, washing and storing utensils requires a grand performance. The clink, clank, clunk of metal cutlery being stashed is a daily reminder that quiet mealtimes are but a distant dream.
Oh, and guess what? The nighttime brings a new act to the stage – the TV blaring at maximum volume until late at night. It’s like my upstairs neighbor thinks they’re hosting a late-night movie marathon for the entire building.
I’m all for harmonious living, but this is pushing me to the brink. It’s time for the noise above to finally take a backseat. I deserve some tranquility in my own space.