BiBunny
Moon Queen & Wanderer
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This morning, before 9 am, the child of one of my neighbors was outside in the parking lot, beating, banging, and screaming. I should point out that I live in a small apartment complex (there are 4 units in this building) with such cheap windows that I can hear every time a twig snaps outside.
I'd pulled an all-nighter, trying to get some stuff caught up that's still behind from where my so-called business partner flaked out on me. I was almost asleep when it started. I was slowly drifting off to Bunny dreamland, when--
*Whack, whack* AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!! *Bang, bang, boom*
Then, the dogs joined the chorus, and I resigned myself to not sleeping until the kid got bored and went inside. It took about an hour, but it finally stopped. As I was waiting for the noise to subside, I started browsing around on my phone because I wasn't coherent enough to actually read anything. Whiny and annoyed, I posted the following Facebook status:
Yes, please, by all means, let your kids run around outside in the parking lot, yelling and banging on things. It's absolutely unfathomable that anyone in this complex would want to sleep at 9 on Saturday morning.
When I woke up this morning, one of my former sorority sisters had her panties in a wad about it and went on this huge rant about how she hates when people complain about children and dogs when they choose to live near people, and if they don't like the noise, they should move to the country. And when she has kids, they're going to play outside all they want, and if the neighbors don't like it, they can deal with it or move.
(For clarity, I never said that kids shouldn't play outside. I just feel that if they're going to be loud early on a weekend morning, it won't hurt the parents to take them the whole mile down the road to the park where they have a playground, plenty of space to run around, and no one living right there to bother.)
Now, all comments about her idiocy in assuming that just because people don't like to be annoyed constantly by other people need to move to the country (and her assumption that people have the money just lying around to up and move whenever they please) aside, I realized something in reading her tirade. People with ill-mannered children and pets genuinely believe that other people are supposed to accommodate them. If you don't believe me, go check out any discussion about restaurants having a no-kids policy at such-and-such time on such-and-such day. Jesus tap-dancing Christ.
I am a misanthrope (obviously), but I'd always lived under the mistaken assumption that the whole world isn't set up to accommodate me. My method of interacting with other people is not to foist things on them and then tell them to deal with it. I have, apparently, been doing it all wrong.
I'm curious about what reasonable people think, not so much about my bitching this morning (though this kind of thing happens at least 3-4 times a week here), but about the idea that others are entitled to do anything they damn well please, and it's your problem if you don't like it. Speak your mind, my friends!
I'd pulled an all-nighter, trying to get some stuff caught up that's still behind from where my so-called business partner flaked out on me. I was almost asleep when it started. I was slowly drifting off to Bunny dreamland, when--
*Whack, whack* AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!! *Bang, bang, boom*
Then, the dogs joined the chorus, and I resigned myself to not sleeping until the kid got bored and went inside. It took about an hour, but it finally stopped. As I was waiting for the noise to subside, I started browsing around on my phone because I wasn't coherent enough to actually read anything. Whiny and annoyed, I posted the following Facebook status:
Yes, please, by all means, let your kids run around outside in the parking lot, yelling and banging on things. It's absolutely unfathomable that anyone in this complex would want to sleep at 9 on Saturday morning.
When I woke up this morning, one of my former sorority sisters had her panties in a wad about it and went on this huge rant about how she hates when people complain about children and dogs when they choose to live near people, and if they don't like the noise, they should move to the country. And when she has kids, they're going to play outside all they want, and if the neighbors don't like it, they can deal with it or move.
(For clarity, I never said that kids shouldn't play outside. I just feel that if they're going to be loud early on a weekend morning, it won't hurt the parents to take them the whole mile down the road to the park where they have a playground, plenty of space to run around, and no one living right there to bother.)
Now, all comments about her idiocy in assuming that just because people don't like to be annoyed constantly by other people need to move to the country (and her assumption that people have the money just lying around to up and move whenever they please) aside, I realized something in reading her tirade. People with ill-mannered children and pets genuinely believe that other people are supposed to accommodate them. If you don't believe me, go check out any discussion about restaurants having a no-kids policy at such-and-such time on such-and-such day. Jesus tap-dancing Christ.
I am a misanthrope (obviously), but I'd always lived under the mistaken assumption that the whole world isn't set up to accommodate me. My method of interacting with other people is not to foist things on them and then tell them to deal with it. I have, apparently, been doing it all wrong.
I'm curious about what reasonable people think, not so much about my bitching this morning (though this kind of thing happens at least 3-4 times a week here), but about the idea that others are entitled to do anything they damn well please, and it's your problem if you don't like it. Speak your mind, my friends!
) and have limitless energy. Ideally, the parent should have their kids play inside until later, or give them a different toy, etc., but I don't know what the circumstances are.
Turn on your radio, and crank that suckah up, especially if your preferred music is death metal or something similar. Even NPR's "All Things Considered" would work if it's turned high enough to listen to while you shower, shampoo, etc.
