One of the downsides of apartment life is that you’re included in your neighbors’ lives without a whole lot of either person’s consent involved.
My downstairs neighbor is singing something lovely and operatic, while playing the piano rather badly.
Meanwhile, my upstairs neighbor is having a full out, kicking, screaming, door slamming, and crying tantrum of some kind. I would have more sympathy if this also weren’t the same person who thought that Olympic walking in circles over my head at 2am for 45 minutes was a good way to get exercise.
Hearseeno 