…of this fucking hellhole. Pardon my French, ahem…
So yeah, I’m having issues with my neighbors again. Here is the deal: I have severe sleep issues. For the last three years, people be coming and going all hours of the night, every single night, slamming their fucking doors. This has literally cost me HUNDREDs of hours of sleep that I desperately needed. In the meantime, over the same period, I have had the police called on me for being too loud, by the same damn people that have been keeping me up at night, at least a half-dozen times, the latest being verrry early this morning. They also complain about me to the office a ton as well. I have received at least three letters from them.
As if the total hypocrisy of that isn’t enough (I don’t care if they don’t realize it, it’s gotten *increasingly worse* for three fucking years), for the first year, or close to it, I actively did my best to be fucking quiet at night! And that was when most of the complaining happened. So I finally gave up trying after awhile, and had actually only heard the a smattering of complaints since. However, as I said, the noise they were making got so bad that a year or so ago, I took to punching the arm of my chair whenever they slammed a door or made any other kind of loud noise at night. And by now, I just do it almost instinctively to any noise they make any time of day. I just don’t care anymore.
Yeah, I guess that makes me not completely innocent. I’ve never claimed I was a saint. However, they are the ones that started it, and continue to cost me sleep. And no, filing complaints myself isn’t a very viable option. First of all, I have a mountain of complaints against me for various things over the years, exactly one of which can be considered legit. I have no trust in the people running this place anyways. In every instance I’ve dealt with them, they are a bunch of back-talking weasels. Even though they FINALLY did get the word out to try and keep people from slamming their doors, and it has actually worked to some degree, trying to get my point across was like pulling teeth. I’m pretty sure it was only done at all because I was so righteously pissed off I that I was physically shaking trying to keep my shit together when I was talking to the lady.
But of course, now that people are being *somewhat* better about slamming their doors, someone above me nearby has seen fit to start scooting something heavy-sounding across the floor every night. This sound actually bothers me more than the doors slamming. The slow, obnoxious scooting sound that lasts up to several seconds at a time is quite literally one of the most annoying sounds I have ever heard in my entire life.
Anyway though, last night it happened while I was trying to get to sleep, as in I was halfway to dreamland when it started in. I did what I do, I punched the arm of my chair, except really, really hard. Fucker did it when I was almost asleep. So I’m starting to get back to sleep a little later and I here some talking in the and then a knock at my door. Three cops are out there. Guess with that many, they must’ve been expecting some shit. I told them what was going on and that I just wanted get some fucking sleep, they took down my name, listened to what I had to say, and went on their merry way.
Well, I’m sick of it. If I had somewhere else I could go, I would not still be here, but I don’t so there isn’t much that can be done right now. I decided I needed to say something to the people causing me trouble though. So I wrote a note and put it on the cranky old bat’s door across the hall, since most my tormentors hang out together. It took me four tries to try and get out what I had to say, not holding back how pissed off I was, but still trying to keep it clear and to-the-point. Here is what I wrote in it’s entirety:
“Hi, it’s me. Y’know, you don’t seem to understand something. You guys started this shit with me. Understand this, the last three years, while you guys were complaining about my alleged noise all the time, you were costing me literally 100s and 100s of hours of sleep, slamming doors every. Single. Night. And keep this in mind, I did not start retaliating against y’alls BS in any meaningful way until a year or so ago. I even tried to not be loud for awhile, but I finally gave up when it proved futile.
What I’m trying to say is this, you guys have treated me like shit, even and especially when I was trying to be quiet. This is what happened on my end, this is what you did to me. Period. And I absolutely do NOT appreciate it. I don’t care if you care what you have done or not, but now you know. And know that I don’t like or respect almost any of you, that have caused me so much grief the last few years. That won’t change. You guys made my life even worse than it already was, to be 18-19 years old and end up in a place like this. This is how it is. Good day. I have nothing more to say to any of you, ever.”
Too light? Too heavy? Whatcha think? I’ve let the world walk all over me for too long. I had to say something, and I’m a much better writer than talker, so I wrote my heart out at them.
Alright, rant mode off. I just had to get this off my chest. I’m so sick of this place it’s not even funny. I’ve been treated like shit since I moved here really, but I mostly didn’t care until people started screwing with my already tenuous ability to sleep like a normal human. My next move is to file a complaint against whoever’s scooting stuff in the middle of the night if it continues. I know it’s something I should take up with whoever’s doing it before I complain, but I just have no tolerance for any shit having to do with this place anymore. I don’t think I can be respectful as I need to be, so I just have to file the complaint and be done with it and hope they can be arsed to do something about it.
Truth is, the only thing I wanted when I moved here was to be left alone, ideally so that my mental state could hopefully improve to the point where I’d be able to be completely self-sufficient someday, or if worse came to worse, a place I could slowly fade into oblivion. Morbid, but yeah… I was barely functional at all back then. It could’ve gone either way.
Fortunately, despite the constant string of shit I’ve received, I am getting better, and have no desire to fade into oblivion. And I have all my online peeps to thank for that. So for everyone I’ve been lucky enough to befriend online, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
I don’t think I’ll ever think very highly of myself, and who knows if I’ll ever really make good on my alleged potential, but you’ve all given me the will to try and be a better, stronger, more worthwhile person.
Okay, NOW the rant mode is off. Have a great night, everyone. Peace, love, and fighting spirit. 😉
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