Or rather the lack thereof. I know I already made a post today, but I was so annoyed that I felt the need to make another. I was just in the kitchen, pouring myself some orange juice, when I was forced to hear part of the conversation below me. From the kitchen/living room area, I can hear the people below me talking anytime they raise their voices above a polite library volume. (Which happens often. I hate the twats below me.) There is obnoxiously little noise privacy in this apartment. It makes me wonder what other people hear from my apartment. I try to be decent because someone has to be. But I do wonder... I've never gotten noise complaints, so I'm obviously doing a fine enough job. :\
But at the same time, after months and months and months of putting up with the noise around me, I don't quite care about being polite anymore. At least, not going out of my way to be silent. (I'm still decent.) I used to be a quiet little mouse, but I've become so malevolent that I do what I want, when I want, and if people hear it, well, it's about time they got some of what they're doing to me. >8T
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