Ugh, neighbor feud ramping up.

We share a bedroom wall with Juan. Juan has loud, moan-y, wall banging sex at the earliest morning hours. Juan plays rave music on full blast all. day. long. Juan works from home, TBU works from home, I study at home. Nothing happens here that is not accompanied by some noise coming from Juan. Once, a few weeks ago TBU asked him politely to please tone the rave down so we could have an evening not involving him. All was polite and cordial.

Tonight we couldn’t watch Parks and Rec because the rave just would. not. stop. So TBU walked over to, again, politely ask him to shut the fuck up. I heard TBU knock. No answer…. TBU knocked again, louder naturally. Juan opens up, “Don’t knock on my door like you’re the fucking cops.” Whoa. Overreact much?

TBU explains the situation politely, hoping to diffuse the situation. Diffusion does not occur.

Every day, every night has a Juan soundtrack. It’s bullshit. I hate being too poor to just move. But most of all, I hate that people are major douchebags. One day – we will not share walls. Or the walls we do share will be so fucking insulated and fortress like that I could skin cats alive and no one would know the difference.

Shortly after his outburst Juan left. I’d like to think that he was ashamed of his childish behavior, as one should be, and couldn’t handle being within any vicinity of our presence. TBU doesn’t give him as much credit. I dunno, this is just one of those shitty situations everyone has to deal with. But seriously, if you share a wall can you not understand the concept of sound conduction? I’m assuming it’s not a problem of scientific understanding and more of an inconsiderate fucktard situation and that is something that I cannot forgive. Being unable to digest a scientific concept – fine, but don’t be that asshole who is just an asshole.

The Millionizer will skin her cats in peace!