Anyway, last night I had an argument with my girlfriend, and today I received this email from my neighbour:
"Dear XXX,I'm writing because last night at three a.m. I was woken up again bynoise from your flat: the sounds of a fight between you and XXX.
Your disagreements are not my business and of course there are conflicts in most families at times. However, it's the timing of your arguements that is deeply disturbing - at night, at the time of sleeping and rest.
We have talked about this before; this is a recurring problem. I've told you that the fact that your arguements wake me up at night has a very disturbing effect during the night but also the next working day when I am so sleepy that I can't work and think properly.
Could you kindly make sure the nights are quiet and peaceful, not interrupted by the noise of argument from your flat?
Many thanks, much appreciated."
Is this outrageous or what? I mean, it's a pain in the ass to be woken at 3am I don't doubt, but it's not like we're fighting every night. This "recurring problem" is a once every couple of months thing. And when you're fighting, you're fighting, you're insane & the least of your concerns is what your dippy neighbour thinks.
I'm writing her a very rude response (the main part of which is a description of the nausea induced by having to hear her fucking, late one night recently), but before I send it I wanted to check with the sensible people of ILE that she is in the wrong to write such a crazy email. She is, isn't she?
― Eyeball Kicks (Eyeball Kicks), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:23 (twenty-two years ago)
the nights are quiet and peaceful
She's a poet! Don't be too rough on her.
― Sommermute (Wintermute), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)
You're not right to be loud in the middle of the night but she's not right to act like a cunt about the whole thing, esp. in light of all her other laundry list complaints (the one about you keeping quiet ALL THE TIME because it annoys her is really getting my goat). I'd at least email her back to mind her own goddamned business.
How did she get yr email anyway?
― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:30 (twenty-two years ago)
"Dear XXX,
You do realize what a complete fucking moron you are, don't you? Thanks, buh-bye!"
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:30 (twenty-two years ago)
HOTTT!
― Sarah McLUsky (coco), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:43 (twenty-two years ago)
Suzy, your plan sounds good to me.
― Eyeball Kicks (Eyeball Kicks), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 14:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 15:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Judge Mentalist (Judge Mentalist), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 22:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― jewelly (jewelly), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 22:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― teeny (teeny), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 23:04 (twenty-two years ago)
"All day the scraping. Were you moving furniture across our ceiling? Something else? Coffins? The sound is very irritating.
I might have complained. But what would be the point? Tomorrow you'll be stomping up and down your stairs. Then hobbling from one corner of the building to another. And back again. Would it be too much to ask for you, each morning, to choose one of the corners of your flat and stand there for the rest of the day? It would help me with my work.
But it would be too much to ask, I know.
I think you spend some afternoons spitting from your balcony & your phlegm sticks to one of our windows. I find it a little irksome.
Recently, X and I were baffled by the sounds which filled our flat. Terrible cawing, whinnies, even mooing. These noises turned out to be the symptoms of an enthusiastic fucking session taking place in your flat. I'm not joking. It was after midnight, so you may understand our sense of violation. Admittedly, we weren't in bed at the time but the whole business did put us off our macaroni.
I like this idea: that when X and I fight - and we do fight, occasionally, no question - and I am so irrational that I will shout at and say mean things to someone I love, and X is too, we ought meanwhile to conjure some sympathy for our dippy, whinging, unlikeable neighbour.
Okay. I will try at least (I can't speak for X). And in return maybe you could arrange your moving about and your sex to our convenience (i.e. not before 10am generally, and not after midnight, but other times permissible at our discretion as long as you give us notice). This may sound tough, but it's either that or we'll all have to learn to put up with the inherent intrusiveness of living in flats & the notion that some sentences beginning "It's not my business but..." should not, sensibly, have been begun."
― Eyeball Kicks (Eyeball Kicks), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 23:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― gygax! (gygax!), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 23:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 23:50 (twenty-two years ago)
That was the best email I ever sent.
― Eyeball Kicks, Sunday, 8 February 2009 00:28 (seventeen years ago)
did she ever reply to your response?
― jed_, Sunday, 8 February 2009 00:46 (seventeen years ago)
Awful. I was just a different person then. I think I was the asshole.
― Eyeball Kicks, Monday, 26 October 2015 00:03 (ten years ago)