you are suddenly awoken by the deep, guttural throttle of a humongous, diesel truck. GAGUHGAGUHGAGUH. headlights pierce your bedroom window; lighting everything as if it were the middle of the day; throwing shadows into the dark recesses of the room. GAGUHGAGUHGAGUH. it's 12:07am. you roll over, trying to ignore it. trying to sleep through it.
the inconsiderate prick taps the gas, revving the engine. the frequency of the gurgling increases, then slowly drops. he does it again. you look at your clock. it's 12:14am and your alarm is set to go off in less than 6 hours. GAGUHGAGUHGAGUH. it continues. endlessly.
apartment life is getting old. very old. i actually don't mind living in apartments made from old houses, or even townhome apartments, but these gigantic apartment complexes with 12 families per stairwell and 3 stairwells per building, and 30-40 buildings in the complex is just insane. For those who don't want to do the math in their head, that's somewhere in the neighborhood of 1000 to 1500 families per complex. the average family in Utah is 5 people (some areas that's as high as 7, AVERAGE. no kidding!) which means upwards of 5000 people in this one fucking complex. jesus christ. and with the considerate:inconsiderate ratio being at about 25:75, that makes a whole helluva lot of fucking people who just don't give a shit about anyone else.
to make matters worse, the family above us (the ones who got up early on Sunday mornings (see earlier rants)) moved out, to our great elation; however, another family, less considerate than the first, moved in and, apparently, are unaware (or just don't care) that people live below them. their terror of a child runs and bangs and throws shit all day and night long. the parents are constantly slamming doors and, for some reason, have a fixation on the goddamn sliding glass door (which we can hear loud and clear as it is being opened and closed). i can only imagine them being some form of subhuman, country bumpkin living in the city for the first time and enamored by the special, rolling door leading to their porch.
anyway, sorry about my rants. i'm just tired of waiting on this infernal house.
i looked back and noticed that my last post about the house was in January, and we had just had our foundation poured, but no framing yet. well, fast-forward 4 months and we have framing, walls, plumbing/electrical/insulation, drywall, and wall texturing. next time we hear from them (or go to visit it) we should have paint and they should be beginning tiling and carpet.
at least we're on our way. even if it is 4 months later than we were told.
5 comments:
sounds great.
can I move in?
seriously though, that ratio (4:1 against) is about what you are looking at each time you step out of your house anywhere really. I live in a neighborhood where you ALSO don't get to choose your neighbors and have spent many many nights and days in tortuous agony as I restrained myself from wreaking a horrible vengence upon them for their various and sundry violations of my personal space, be it aural, physical, etc. I had a barking pitbull chained to a tree in the yard next door for a year before I literally, through force of letter and phone call annoyances, FORCED them to get rid of the dog (which belonged to an irresponsible son who DIDN'T EVEN LIVE THERE) and give it back to its proper owner.
it is disgusting that people just gloss over any wrong they may be doing, however ignorant they may be of their own sorry ass actions. it is a PANDEMIC of irresponsibility in our gluttonous society, and its many ugly signs are everywhere.
makes you wanna do a little dance and then shit yourself in rage.
think I'll just have a glass of wine and play a little music and stare out the window.
it's better than most of the alternatives.
sure, we've plenty of room. i'll light up the BBQ and we'll eat and drink and be merry.
jesus, some people. most people. i just don't understand it. WHY?! why must they be so inconsiderate?
sorry you've had to deal with such assholes. they're everywhere and eventually we will all have our run-ins with them.
wine and music and some good stare time sounds like the best alternative yet!
fond memories of our last place – and I think I told you how small that was j – five culchy (slang for our country folk, also know as spud (potato) fuckers or muck savages) new to the big smoke right above us – then the girlfriends would visit – heels on bare wooden floors, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and us with a new born, nuff said.
I don’t have a problem with other people just their proximity.
hope you get to that shelter soon.
i remember you telling me about that tiny place.
i like your comment: "i don't have a problem with other people just their proximity." that's pretty much it in a nutshell.
I somehow missed this... ACK! People are so rude. I have three children. I would NEVER let that happen. Yes, they'd run and throw things but I'd explain to them that we live over people. We have to be considerate. Not all parents are morons! I swear!
We've lived in places (before kids) that had these kinds of people. I'm sorry. I'll send good vibes that your house is done really fast!
:)
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