The Giant Upstairs

I live downstairs from the loudest human being in existence. There is a possibility that there is a parallel universe somewhere with a louder specimen but I do not care to meet him for comparison. He stomps around all day (how he is home all day without going to work is a mystery I have yet to unravel) and literally SHAKES the ceiling.

And this isn’t just during the day…..no no…during the day I can handle it. Everyone is loud at some point during the day. People fight, slam doors, scream for the winning football team (go 49ers!), and blast music in the shower. During the day, people are awake and living their sometimes loud lives. But my neighbor doesn’t discriminate so callously between night and day. He is an equal opportunity offender.

The screams of his late night horror films fill my kitchen and terrify my cat at 2 am. I often awaken to tribal drums (seriously) at 4 in the morning. And I swear I have heard his shower running at 3am.

Likely just a small section of the contents of his living room

Now you may be thinking, “Rainy violet, this is madness! Why don’t you say something to him?” To which I must add something else to this story.

The giant upstairs (as I have come to think of him) is one of the only people in my apartment complex who is my own age. He also has a nice girlfriend who is also my age. My boyfriend and myself were quite pleased to see we lived directly below the only other young couple in our building. They also have a 700 inch flat screen TV (or so it seems) and generally seem like fascinating and fun people (ability to deafen Ozzie Ozbourne withstanding). The giant writes his own music, most of which is quite good. And lady giant comes and goes as she pleases which leads me to believe she might be a spy….or a vampire. Both equally interesting career choicesJ

My boyfriend (M) and I have secretly tried to befriend them at every turn. Once I came home and M was quite proud to have had an entire conversation with the giant! One step closer! And so, tribal drums or not, we have maintained the peace.

And even if we cannot befriend them, there is the small hope that someday they will fight so loudly, stomp so loudly, or play those damn drums so loudly that the sound waves will send that TV flying out the window. And I swear M and I will run so quickly to get it that all the decibels and night spent getting my cat to calm the hell down will have been worth it.