I am at my wits end. Literally speaking. I suffer from constant anxiety, I breathe in really heavy hard breaths that make shrill like noises, I swallow in loud gulps. This is partly due to the idiot who lives next door to me who also does not give me peace of mind. The moment I turn in bed, let one rip from my ass, move my body from one place to another. He laughs, and laughs like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t know what their problem is, they seem to be constantly listening to what I do laughing with haughty indignation. Although, we are separated by a huge wall. That doesn’t mean I cannot hear them laughing like jackasses, and they laugh even louder when the ventilation system comes on thinking that I won’t be able to hear them. Those good for nothing jerks. There are so sick in their heads. I cannot seem to have peace of mind. I can sense his looming presence near my bedroom wall. Laughing away. I don’t know what to do. Just recently, my mother and I were having a conversation, and she happened to state her age. Just after she finished stating it, I heard him utter the word “damn”. Also, when I’m up they seem to be up too. When I go upstairs to watch T.V., I can hear him laughing away like a jackass. When I go down to watch T.V., they come down too. I don’t give a hoot about their worthless lives. Why are they always interfering in mine. I just want peace. Is that so hard to get. I can hear them everyday those EVIL snickering berating monkeys. I hope and pray for God to give me the opportunity to make it big, because when I do I am leaving this place for good. A home is supposed to be a place of refuge. I can’t even communicate with my own family because these idiots think they’re family. This life is a living hell for me. When I move, I will never look back. Ever.
…could he just be laughing at a magazine or something? I don’t think he’d be laughing at you just for moving around.
-People you live next door to are allowed to laugh.
-Unless you are Dave Chapelle, I can almost guarantee that they are not laughing at you.
-Consider counseling.
Not too put too fine a point on it but you sound like you are suffering from some sort of mental breakdown. I would suggest you seek professional help.
That’s funny.
Sounds like that guy who was convinced his upstairs neighbor was following him around from one room to the other with her ear to the floor. Oh, where is it… Ah, found it!
Is there just one person next door to the OP, or are they legion? I can’t tell.
My first reaction on reading this post was to look for that thread. Good job.
It’s not exactly preposterous. Is this meaningfully different from the meme of the pensioner who has nothing better to do all day than look out the window and monitor the neighbors’ comings and goings?
They are similar in that the OP and the pensioner in your story would both do well to enlist psychiatric aid.
My point is the OP is not necessarily imagining things. You’ve never had someone take an interest in your private life that felt intrusive?
Here’s an idea I have for extra soundproofing on walls you don’t own. Go to the building store and find some foam insulation sheets that have a pretty good sound insulation rating. Attach them to the shared wall using Command Adhesive strips, which don’t damage paint when removed. If the plain insulation is too ugly for you, wrap the insulation in something more decorative or install floor to ceiling drapes in front of it all. Maybe sound insulating drapes hung a few inches from the wall would work.
I believe someone could be that messed up as to listen all day to their neighbor so they could laugh obnoxiously over everything. I’ve known people this crazy.
Of course I have. But I am Napoleon, after all.
Not sure what this is supposed to mean.
I suppose that could be true. However, upon re-skimming that thread I found after searching, not only was the OP claiming this of the upstairs neighbor, the thread was zombified by two subsequent people who also claimed something similar, after finding the thread in a google search. Does that mean it’s such a very common thing? Or does that mean it’s so uncommon all that comes up on google searches by paranoid people is stuff posted here?
I think it’s more believable that someone is isolated in their home without much real-world interaction and it’s turning into a rabbit hole, with the noise from their neighbors making them paranoid because they’ve forgotten other people lead remarkably different lives even amongst shared walls or ceilings.
shrug Or there could be a lot of people who live in poorly-constructed buildings. In my last place, my downstairs neighbor asked me not to get out of bed at night. :rolleyes: Years ago, a family friend lived in a cheap-ass townhouse and the lonely old lady next door would talk to her through the walls.
The OP could be paranoid (or this could be a chain-yank), but the story is believable, especially if the walls are thin enough and the neighbor is lonely.
Yeah. It’s pretty unmistakeable.
Paranoid and delusional.
Prescription? Tin-foil hat.
Fixed problem.
IANADBTW.
You’re welcome.
Why are people assuming the OP is crazy or paranoid? Nobody’s ever attracted the attention of a busybody before?
Not one whose looming presence I sensed from beyond my apartment wall and who I was convinced was interfering with my daily life for the sole purpose of driving me mad, no. That is generally not a thing that happens.
Do you have a story to tell us, OleOneEye?
There’s a certain posting style that kinda rings alarm bells. Wall-O-text with an inability to separate paragraphs is a big tell. To me, not being able to decide on what personal pronoun to use for the neighgor(s?) makes me think we’re not dealing with a full deck.