Jave D wrote:OH GOOD. LOUD TV. AGAIN. BECAUSE I HAVEN'T HAD ENOUGH OF THAT IN MY LIFE.
Augh, can I ever sympathize on this. I hate not being able to afford to live by myself, but if I absolutely have to live with other people, I have one goddamn request of them: keep your fucking shit to yourself, including your noise, and I'll do the same, so we can all live in close quarters and not bother each other. Right now I've got a guy in my house (as in the house I'm co-leasing with several people including him) who gets home from work in the middle of the afternoon long before I normally would and goes to bed fairly late at night still, and EVERY GODDAMN WAKING MOMENT he is sitting in the living room watching action movies on his big-screen TV with a subwoofer connected, and heavy bass like that just travels straight through our walls, so "turning it down" so the treble is inaudible from my room doesn't help when I still feel a THUMP every time someone shoots something or pounds their fist on a desk or wrecks their car or spaceship in the movie.
I'd be, at most, mildly annoyed with him camping his ass in front of the TV in the living room every waking hour if at least I could go into my room on the other side of the house and close my door and have peace and quiet. When he first moved in I asked him if he would please turn down his bass, on several occasions, and he always responded by turning down the overall volume. Eventually I clarified that only the bass was a problem, and just turning it down a little didn't solve that problem, so could he please just turn the subwoofer OFF and then feel free to listen to the rest of it at a (louder) reasonable volume all he wants. He insisted there was no technical way to do that. So when he was gone, I checked, and there was in fact an easy a way to turn the bass off (granted it required getting off your ass and wasn't a button on the remote). When called on that, he responded by buying a new subwoofer that CAN'T be independently turned off.
I don't even know what to say about that kind of passive-aggressive, actively anti-cooperative bullshit. When we had a house meeting about this, he basically said that his entertainment value (it's not as much fun watching explosions without the thump) trumped my sanity (quiet at home is necessary for me to manage my chronic anxiety and depression) and turning off the bass was "not gonna happen", and nobody else, even people bothered by it themselves, felt like standing up to defend me, so by default he wins somehow, despite me having seniority in this house by more than seven goddamn years, meaning he should adapt to the way the house was before he arrived and not vice versa.
Now I spend all night every night (like right now) at my office at work after everyone's gone home until it's time for bed, because even though that's on a busy street with its own noise, and not my own space so I can't really relax in it, at least I'm not actively angry
and wanting to go rip the cord out of his goddamn sound system every time a THUMP disrupts my calm. But now with no calm space to relax in, I'm sinking back into depression again, plus since I'm never home until bedtime I'm not eating well or bathing as often as I should, nevermind not doing any of the housekeeping that was a normal part of my meditation routine (since I'm never at the house to keep it); and life is basically turning into a living hell for the sake of this fuckhead's goddamn entertainment.
Inconsiderate loud motherfuckers like him need to slowly burn to death.