I have a nemesis.
And it'y my upstairs neighbor (I did say I'd write a bit about him this week). I live on the fifth floor of a six floor house in a studio apartment next to my parents' apartment, and this guy lives in the studio apartment above mine. And I just fucking hate him.
See, I know that my level of noise sensitivity is apparently beyond normal, especially at night (back in my old apartment I had high ceilings and slept in a loft bed. I could hear my upstairs neighbor snoring through the ceiling. No one can hear their upstairs neighbor snoring through the ceiling but I swear I could) but this guy would drive even a half deaf person to insanity. On really bad days, he has those... fits when he starts to yell around every few hours. Like, really loud. He curses and yells obscenities (and only curses and obscenities), as if he's fighting with someone (another upstairs neighbor and I suspect that he's playing video games) and he's doing it loud enough that I can understand nearly every word. If he's really into it, he also plays really loud (really bad) music. He also seems to throw around stuff and attack his heater sometimes. He does this multiple times a day, from 0400 to 1800. Did I mention that I hate this guy?
A few weeks ago, my Dad (who can also hear him, despite not living directly below him) and I noticed that a lot of his cursing and obscenities had a certain antisemitic quality to them, so Dad told him to stop that shit or he'd call the cops. Upstairs guy told him that he wasn't a nazi and of course would never do it again. A week later, he seemed to have a particularly bad (and loud) day and did not keep to his promise so, as Dad promised, he called the cops on him. Unfortunately, by the time they finally came round, he seemed to have calmed down somewhat and explained to the cops that he was "in treatment" and "just sometimes forgot to take his medication" (sometimes apparently meaning every fucking day). They reminded him to take his medication and that was that. A few days later, Dad met him on the stairwell and reminded him that he'd call the cops again if he kept up that screaming antisemitic obscenities thing and he freaked out, yelling around on the stairwell, slamming his apartment door multiple times, etc. He also threatened my Dad and I draw the line at that.
Like, I'm sorry but I do not care what mental problems he is "in treatment" for, if he's unable to adhere to a few very simple rules of living together in close quarters (you know, don't play your shitty music so loud everyone can hear it, don't slam your apartment door multiple times, don't yell around obscenities in the middle of the night, don't fucking threaten your fucking neighbors) and apparently is wholly unable to take his medication when living on his own, maybe he shouldn't be living unassistedly? By now, I am so thoroughly sick of hearing his voice that I'm having violent fantasies that involve flash bangs and SWAT teams every time he gets into one of his fits. I also refuse to talk to this asshole.
Dad told me that as soon as you confront him directly, he backs off very fast but maybe that has something to do with my Dad being a 6' bearded heavyset, beefy guy (kinda like Santa, BTW, and yes, it's one of my dad's hobbies to tell kids approaching him if he's Santa that yes, he is, but he's currently on vacation!). I'm a 5'5'' medium stature, not so beefy at all girl and I sure as hell ain't gonna engage with a guy yelling and throwing stuff around in his apartment. I am, to say it plainly, pretty much afraid of this guy, and it takes a while to make me afraid of anyone.
Anyway, I finally sent a formal complaint to the building cooperative that owns our house and acts as out landlord and got back a letter telling me to keep a record of his transgressions which I kinda hate since every time I complain to the cooperative of his behaviour, they tell me to keep a record and he gets quiet all of a sudden (because, as I understood it, he gets a call telling him to tone it the fuck down and adhere to the house rules) so there's nothing to record and I feel dumb for complaining. In truth I just really want this guy to move the fuck out or me to finish my degree, find a job and move out myself because honestly, that constant yelling and throwing stuff is really wearing me down and I just want him to stop already.
Bottom line: if either of us doesn't move out soon, I might just buy spray paint and decorate his entire outer apartment wall with the words "TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDS!" because I am just so fucking done with this guy. Oh wait... I already have a can of spray paint at home...
Edit: seriously? Unsupervised open flame on the stairwell? Seriously? Has everyone in this house lost their fucking mind? (I just went down to take out the trash and the neighbors on the lowest floor put a lantern outside their apartment's door, lit a tea candle, put it inside the latern and then just let it burn. Yes, it was inside a latern, yes, there was was glass around it but seriously? Unsupervised open flame in a public staircase? There are kids living in this house, and the people who must have put that thing there apparently weren't even home. Do they also leave candles burning unsupervised in their apartment? Would it have been asked too much to just fucking put an electrical tea candle in that lantern? God, I hate people.)
See, I know that my level of noise sensitivity is apparently beyond normal, especially at night (back in my old apartment I had high ceilings and slept in a loft bed. I could hear my upstairs neighbor snoring through the ceiling. No one can hear their upstairs neighbor snoring through the ceiling but I swear I could) but this guy would drive even a half deaf person to insanity. On really bad days, he has those... fits when he starts to yell around every few hours. Like, really loud. He curses and yells obscenities (and only curses and obscenities), as if he's fighting with someone (another upstairs neighbor and I suspect that he's playing video games) and he's doing it loud enough that I can understand nearly every word. If he's really into it, he also plays really loud (really bad) music. He also seems to throw around stuff and attack his heater sometimes. He does this multiple times a day, from 0400 to 1800. Did I mention that I hate this guy?
A few weeks ago, my Dad (who can also hear him, despite not living directly below him) and I noticed that a lot of his cursing and obscenities had a certain antisemitic quality to them, so Dad told him to stop that shit or he'd call the cops. Upstairs guy told him that he wasn't a nazi and of course would never do it again. A week later, he seemed to have a particularly bad (and loud) day and did not keep to his promise so, as Dad promised, he called the cops on him. Unfortunately, by the time they finally came round, he seemed to have calmed down somewhat and explained to the cops that he was "in treatment" and "just sometimes forgot to take his medication" (sometimes apparently meaning every fucking day). They reminded him to take his medication and that was that. A few days later, Dad met him on the stairwell and reminded him that he'd call the cops again if he kept up that screaming antisemitic obscenities thing and he freaked out, yelling around on the stairwell, slamming his apartment door multiple times, etc. He also threatened my Dad and I draw the line at that.
Like, I'm sorry but I do not care what mental problems he is "in treatment" for, if he's unable to adhere to a few very simple rules of living together in close quarters (you know, don't play your shitty music so loud everyone can hear it, don't slam your apartment door multiple times, don't yell around obscenities in the middle of the night, don't fucking threaten your fucking neighbors) and apparently is wholly unable to take his medication when living on his own, maybe he shouldn't be living unassistedly? By now, I am so thoroughly sick of hearing his voice that I'm having violent fantasies that involve flash bangs and SWAT teams every time he gets into one of his fits. I also refuse to talk to this asshole.
Dad told me that as soon as you confront him directly, he backs off very fast but maybe that has something to do with my Dad being a 6' bearded heavyset, beefy guy (kinda like Santa, BTW, and yes, it's one of my dad's hobbies to tell kids approaching him if he's Santa that yes, he is, but he's currently on vacation!). I'm a 5'5'' medium stature, not so beefy at all girl and I sure as hell ain't gonna engage with a guy yelling and throwing stuff around in his apartment. I am, to say it plainly, pretty much afraid of this guy, and it takes a while to make me afraid of anyone.
Anyway, I finally sent a formal complaint to the building cooperative that owns our house and acts as out landlord and got back a letter telling me to keep a record of his transgressions which I kinda hate since every time I complain to the cooperative of his behaviour, they tell me to keep a record and he gets quiet all of a sudden (because, as I understood it, he gets a call telling him to tone it the fuck down and adhere to the house rules) so there's nothing to record and I feel dumb for complaining. In truth I just really want this guy to move the fuck out or me to finish my degree, find a job and move out myself because honestly, that constant yelling and throwing stuff is really wearing me down and I just want him to stop already.
Bottom line: if either of us doesn't move out soon, I might just buy spray paint and decorate his entire outer apartment wall with the words "TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDS!" because I am just so fucking done with this guy. Oh wait... I already have a can of spray paint at home...
Edit: seriously? Unsupervised open flame on the stairwell? Seriously? Has everyone in this house lost their fucking mind? (I just went down to take out the trash and the neighbors on the lowest floor put a lantern outside their apartment's door, lit a tea candle, put it inside the latern and then just let it burn. Yes, it was inside a latern, yes, there was was glass around it but seriously? Unsupervised open flame in a public staircase? There are kids living in this house, and the people who must have put that thing there apparently weren't even home. Do they also leave candles burning unsupervised in their apartment? Would it have been asked too much to just fucking put an electrical tea candle in that lantern? God, I hate people.)