Obviously Chimera is one of those boot-stomping, stereo-blasting, bowling-ball-dropping, daily-colon-cleansing apartment dwellers, and is sick of whiners like you harshing his buzz!
Or clog-dancing at 3 am. 
I swear that’s what she was doing. That, and dribbling hippos.
I live in an apartment-style condo. I own, but the people above me rent from the owner of the unit.
The renter upstairs seems to think it’s OK yell from his bedroom for his sister.
At 3AM. When her room is 15 steps away.
And she thinks it’s OK to ignore him. While he continues to yell.
Right. Above. My. Bed.
I just sit up in bed & point my face at the ceiling & shout “Shut the fuck up, you ignorant asshole!”
No point in getting dressed, walking through my unit, finding my keys and walking upstairs when he can’t walk 15 steps.
PS. I had to tell them letting the kids play basketball in the living room wasn’t acceptable. They then bought a mini-trampoline.
I think I nearly yelled their eyebrows off.
When I was a wee alien, the drug addled teenager next door (60’ away) decided to learn to play the electric guitar.
Badly.
All summer.
We were ‘treated’ to the Star Spangled Banner, for hours on end, for months.
Finaly, after a two day long ‘musical’ interlude while his parents were away one weekend, my father delt with the issue in a forthright mannor.
He removed the electrical meter.
I lived in the country where our neighbors would complain about the slightest noise from the house or yard 100 yards from their house. Or the noise and smell of the combines and plows in the fields across the street. We moved to the country for the quiet!
I lived in a duplex (illegal triplex) where my landlord and his wife lived in the illegal apartment above us. They’d get bored at 4am and decide that it was the perfect time to move furniture and vacuum.
I lived in my own house in the city where the neighbor would complain about hearing my stereo through my open window in the middle of the afternoon. But he’d be up mowing the lawn or hammering on his garage and cars at 6am or at midnight and that was ok from his point of view. :rolleyes:
When I moved into this complex, I moved into the middle of a noise and complaints war between the people on either side of me and the people below me, who would scream and bang on the ceiling because I walked across my kitchen and turned on the water in the sink (into a glass) for three seconds at 11pm.
I’ve been on both sides of this story and heard all manner of complaints and issues about people’s noise. Thus my reservations about how loud the person actually is and how valid the complaints really are.
It wouldn’t do me any good, because in my case, the people in the cave above me would be (a) moving furniture all day, every day, or (b) training a half-dozen tiny ponies, or (c) milling around. We puzzle over the reasons for the almost incessant noice from our upstairs neighbors. More likely than the fanciful explanations I have delineated above, is that they are working a home business and have to constantly go back and forth to a computer printer. Also they apparently have their grandchildren over, and there’s not much louder than small children running around on the floor above you.
“Unrealistic” is defined here as “You expect me to show some self-control and consideration for others??!?” :rolleyes:
Yeah, I used to live next door to people who’d adopted one. Little bastard was constantly snorting and dripping. Better than having a bunch of sinuses running around, though.
With shoes like that, I’m sure there was a lot of clomping around.
I briefly lived under an apartment where it sounded like they were herding rhinoceros down the hall. Turns out, it was just their cat and some quirk of construction that made a running cat sound like a charging rhino.
Perhaps BigFoot lived upstairs. 
He did say European techno, though. Add in the extra armpit hair, and that’s worth an extra sploosh or two, especially if the upstairs neighbor was a German female.
Phew You know, until that point you had me worried. I mean, it sounded like you lived under the folks right under me, only they’re on the ground floor and there’s not basement, so were would you have been living?
Try running- often- in heels. That’s what the girls above us did last year. We think they were chasing each other around or playing tag or something. Thank God they moved out- the new people are guys, and they walk heavily, as guys do (which my roommates complain about endlessly), but it’s a HUGE improvement over the heel-running situation.
I grok ya, but I must object to your assertion that guys walk more heavily than women. In my experience, small women are most likely to walk like elephants at tap classes. When I confronted the 800-pound gorilla upstairs from me last year, I was surprised to find out that she was about 4’10" and probably weighed 105 pounds soaking wet. The woman that lived there before her was almost as loud, but was even smaller.
I don’t get why that is.
I can sleep through pretty much anything, my wife can’t. So years ago she started wearing sound damping ear plugs to bed. You might want to try it.
My neighbors think it’s great to lock a full sized rottweiler in a tiny two bedroom townhouse all day long. The poor thing gets bored, and sounds like a league of trolls mining on their hardwood floor, as it attempts to amuse itself all day long, and howls like a banshee, when ever anything with a siren happens to be within a five mile radius. The real fun happens when their two kids get home from school, blast WWE, and practice the moves on one another. :dubious:
All the noise in my apartment complex comes from my freakin’ MANAGER’s apartment, which I live right above.
The worst was his girlfriend. She was obviously a professionally trained singer, but no one on God’s green earth would ever want to listen to this voice. It was nasally, high-pitched, and could pierce seven layers of steel. It was a weapon of mass destruction. It could be heard blocks away. She must have given concerts in Hell itself. And she was ALWAYS singing. She was one of those people who interspersed actual singing with her regular talking. AND she had the worst laugh of all time. It had all the qualities of her singing voice, and it was the same laugh every time. "Ha ha ha ha HAW!
The day they broke up and she moved out was the happiest day of my life.
But my problems didn’t end there. The manager also has an annoying male friend with a similarly loud and repetitive laugh. He only visits after midnight.
The manager himself must be partially deaf, at the volume he plays his computer, TV, and stereo. Earplugs are useless against his thumping bass. He has no regards for curfew, EXCEPT as when it allows him to refuse to answer his phone or door after 10 p.m. Therefore, there is no way to ask him to turn it down except by pounding on the floor, which makes me feel like a giant bitch.