I just had to throw out five servings of turkey soup because the past three times I have eaten it, the upstairs neighbor has become more noisy at night and in the day and I have felt more agitated about this than is normal for me. It tasted different than the first time I had it anyway, nowhere near as good, which is odd as soups tend to get better with age.
Aparently my upstairs neighbor has a serious mental disease that allows her to think she has a right to put her noise in my room, starting at about 3:10am this morning and starting again around 2pm. I have a mental condition that causes me to question why this stranger is dictating when I may sleep, called pride and citizenship/and or legal residence.
While in other times it would have been allowed to cut her feet off and probably her arms since we have the saws out and found a purpose for her where those things she cant use peacefully are not required of her, right now I just have to tollerate her, but times change without warning.
I have no simpathy at all for people whatever they have been through in the fostercare system where these thugs are recruited that makes them think this behavior is apropriate.
Again this behavior is consistant with this individual having visual information about my apartment's interior available for her to consult when planning her tantrums.
