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My neighbors have their music on so loud, I can hear it almost good. Why people have to be so uncaring & disrespectful for other people? When you are home watching TV, you want to hear your TV not watching TV & listening to your neighbors music. I hate having Aspergers! The music put me in a very bad mood. I’m listening to Bryan Adams on my TV, but my music not loud.

Because they are deaf

They are not trying to bother you

They just did not think about you

Or the train engineer that likes his horn way too much. And the guy with the loud exhaust that revs his engine just to make noise.

The walls in my apartment are pretty much paper thin in terms of noise cancelling. In my apartment lobby, there is just a small stairwell, and there's no lock on the door to get into the tiny lobby. So a bunch of kids that live in an adjacent dwelling quarters, (the trailer park next door) like to hang out in my apartment lobby because they fancy a marijuana smoke every now and then. These kids don't live in the apartments, and they don't realize how crap the walls are at buffering out obnoxious sounds that echo throughout our stairwell while us, rent-paying-tenants have to deal with their coughing and laughing and chatting.
And just so you know, this has been going on for weeks, and the cops have been called, but those kids can run fast! At one point, they were being so loud and obnoxious, I was going to go out of my apartment to tell them that everyone can hear them in the hallways. Just as I opened the door, I was able to witness at least ten red-hoodied teenagers smoking pot in the stairwell dash the hell out of there as if someone had announced "Free Expensive Electronics!"
Then the cops show up, and I'm also stoned and high off cough syrup, but I waved the police over anyway because I was so high, and I was like, "Did you just see a bunch of kids run out of here?" And they were like, "You mean the boys in the red hoodies?" To which I responded, "Yeah! Them!" And then the cops questioned me about their identities and where they lived, and I had no idea, and the police were really confusing me at this point. (Don't you just HATE the police?!? I was accused of being a prostitute because I was "acting strange" by a bridge because I was snapping my fingers vigorously as I was astonished at the sight of a beautiful white crane down in the stream under the bridge, but this is completely besides the point!!) The police thought that I had called them, and I let them know that I didn't, and they were all like, "OOOOh...." So I made the cop feel like a fool, pretty much because we were having such miscommunication problems. Then they left. No one was caught.
The next DAY! Those same pot-smokers came back, and they were ruining my day. I just wanted peace, and they were all hanging out in my hallway, making me feel like a prisoner in my own home.
So my significant other has the brilliant idea of blasting the most horrific high pitched shrieking sound for as long as it took to get them out of there. on the big loud boom box that we have.
Suffice to say, they never came back.
The End.

The only thought that passed through my mind when you were describing the situation was that many people hate some strong smells. If your tiny lobby smelt really bad perhaps that kids in the neighborhood might not use it as their hideout and seek a different location.

Yes, I sympathise with all of the above posters. If I could afford to, I'd live in a little shack in the middle of nowhere, miles from other people's noise.