call me mr heckles
May. 28th, 2011 07:55 pmI hate being the kind of neighbour that only complains. Can't I say something nice to my fellow housies? No, not when they smoke indoors or keep having discos every night!
Yesteray I made an enemy of my left-hand neighbour, the one with the bad taste in music. I passed by her open window and saw her sitting smoking in it, and decided to ask her not to. The upshot being that I was mentally retarded for not understanding that she is fully in her right to do whatever she pleases in her own flat and doesn't have to go outside to smoke. Hold on, she'll have to turn the music down to hear me. What? No, she works nights so she doesn't play loud music in the evening, apparently.
What?
WHAT???!
Fortunately I had to go catch a bus (to a meeting I was already late for, I found out a few mintues later), or I would have really started working myself up. So, if she has every right to smoke indoors, polluting the air for the rest of us, then by the same logic _I_ have every right to do whatever _I_ like, without any respect for _her_ or anyone else. Riiiiiiight.
So it's joss-stick and incense time.
And music every day.
Before I left I asked her could she please not play her music so loudly, and yes of course she could. So the music right now is just as loud as usual, but at least not _even more so_, which is what I would have expected of her.
Oh, and after that exposé the other day of how the cosmetic injections industry in Sweden is completely unregulated, and poor suffering girls have had their lips hurt by incompetent injectors, I have now seen my first very-clearly injected set of lips. Yes, she looked just like I imagined her from her lousy music!
Aaargh!
*thinks hard of that line in the Lord's prayer: forgive us as we forgive others etc*
*forced calm breathing*
Arrrgh!
Yesteray I made an enemy of my left-hand neighbour, the one with the bad taste in music. I passed by her open window and saw her sitting smoking in it, and decided to ask her not to. The upshot being that I was mentally retarded for not understanding that she is fully in her right to do whatever she pleases in her own flat and doesn't have to go outside to smoke. Hold on, she'll have to turn the music down to hear me. What? No, she works nights so she doesn't play loud music in the evening, apparently.
What?
WHAT???!
Fortunately I had to go catch a bus (to a meeting I was already late for, I found out a few mintues later), or I would have really started working myself up. So, if she has every right to smoke indoors, polluting the air for the rest of us, then by the same logic _I_ have every right to do whatever _I_ like, without any respect for _her_ or anyone else. Riiiiiiight.
So it's joss-stick and incense time.
And music every day.
Before I left I asked her could she please not play her music so loudly, and yes of course she could. So the music right now is just as loud as usual, but at least not _even more so_, which is what I would have expected of her.
Oh, and after that exposé the other day of how the cosmetic injections industry in Sweden is completely unregulated, and poor suffering girls have had their lips hurt by incompetent injectors, I have now seen my first very-clearly injected set of lips. Yes, she looked just like I imagined her from her lousy music!
Aaargh!
*thinks hard of that line in the Lord's prayer: forgive us as we forgive others etc*
*forced calm breathing*
Arrrgh!