Rant

Those of you who live in apartments know you sometimes have a bad neighbor. I miss the old neighbour who lived upstairs. Yes they practiced chords on a guitar, badly, but it wasn't very often. Probably why they were so bad at it. Then they apparently moved out and They moved in. They play music loudly, have a baby on the weekends, and I was woken up at midnight a few days ago by a bunch of people singing Happy Birthday. But it's an apartment building, the music isn't so loud it can't be ignored, the baby doesn't cry that often, and birthdays are once a year. You just have to deal with these things. Then came yesterday. The music unusually started at 9:00 AM. It played all day. And the volume kept creeping up. By noon I could understand the words and started thinking they were going to go deaf early at this rate. By 4:30 PM it was so loud it was like the speakers were playing in my room louder than I ever would have listened to it and I started wishing they were deaf so the music would stop. I am a quiet person who avoids confrontation but at 5:15 I broke. I went out on the patio, faced the direction the music was coming from, took a deep breath, and yelled as loudly as I could "Turn Down That Fucking Music!" . Then there was a short conversation with a woman speaking to a man in Spanish. I don't speak Spanish but I assume she was telling him to stop being an asshole because the next song was at the much quieter level it had started the day at. I felt rather proud of mysrlf.
Honestly I would prefer as an upstairs neighbor the person at the end of the building who practices the trumpet in the evening. It's too far away for me to hear it from here and yeah, it's a trumpet, but they don't do it for hours at a time and they are actually really, really good.