I'm not sure what to do.
Apr. 2nd, 2007 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiI know I said that I wouldn't complain on this particular topic any more, but I'm not so much complaining as asking for advice.
So I feel kind of stuck. There's no way that I would approach her with any kind of advice to get some kind of treatment (I'm assuming drug and alcohol treatment). I don't know her at all and would probably have trouble picking her out of a line up. I've never exchanged so much as a nod with her. I used to know a boyfriend of hers because he and I would exchange pleasantries when I was outside playing with my dog, but I think he's well out of the picture now. But I still want her to get some kind of help. My motives are more selfish than altruistic, but I don't have the first idea of how to go about it.
Part of me thinks I should complain against her again to my landlords. It wouldn't be out of anger, but out of some hope that a second warning about her behavior might knock some sense into her. Or maybe her getting kicked out of her apartment might alert her friends and family that something is wrong.
I think I'm not long for living at this apartment in any case, for reasons that have nothing to do with my neighbors, so I'm stuck as to what I should do.
Does anyone who took the time to read this have any ideas?
My upstairs neighbor was at it again last night. She brought friends over at around 11:30, just as I was getting ready for bed. I took calming breaths and put in my ear plugs and took a Benadryl. This has worked for me in the past. Not so much last night.
After midnight as my mind, filled with antihistamines, did its best to drift, I was constantly reawakened by boot-clad stomping, shrill laughing and shrieking, and music being turned on. I hit the wall above my bed so hard that I knocked a picture of mine down. Finally, at around 1AM, I gave up. I threw in the towel and took my blanket to the couch. I have a comfortable couch. I wasn't going to get angry.
But the noise followed me into the other room. That's the problem when she has friends over. There's really no escape from the noise. Someone with boots and a heavy walk paced the floor for another half an hour. I was just about to do something (what, I do not know: maybe something with more wall banging or getting the baseball bat and poking the ceiling), she and her friends leave. I was happy, returned to my bed and had a relatively good night's sleep. It was too short, but the sleep did come and was very good.
Anywho, I felt like hell this morning. I decided to go to yoga, so I chilled out in the apartment until it was time to go. My upstairs neighbor comes home at around 10AM. I remember thinking (as I flipped the bird to the sound of her footsteps outside of my door and then above my ceiling) that if I felt like hell, it must be nothing to what she felt like if it was only then that she was getting home.
Then, as I'm ready to leave for yoga, I hear her leave to do whatever it is she does during the day when she's not sleeping. I waited a minute before following her out because I didn't want to meet her on the stairs or in the courtyard. When I left, I noticed she had been smoking in the common area of the stairwell. Rude!
Then, as I'm walking to my gym, I see her crossing the street. She was a mess. I watched her trip trying to negotiate a gentle incline up to the sidewalk. I don't mean that she stumbled, I mean she fell on her face. Then sat there a while. Someone on that side of the street made sure she was okay. My first thought was, "It's called karma: suck it!" But then I felt bad. I didn't feel bad that I thought something mean after she tripped. I just felt bad for her. I don't think she has any family in the city. I also don't think the "friends" she parties with care whether or not she can function during the day. I just feel bad that no one cares enough about her to point out to her that her lifestyle isn't doing her any good and might be really harming her.
After midnight as my mind, filled with antihistamines, did its best to drift, I was constantly reawakened by boot-clad stomping, shrill laughing and shrieking, and music being turned on. I hit the wall above my bed so hard that I knocked a picture of mine down. Finally, at around 1AM, I gave up. I threw in the towel and took my blanket to the couch. I have a comfortable couch. I wasn't going to get angry.
But the noise followed me into the other room. That's the problem when she has friends over. There's really no escape from the noise. Someone with boots and a heavy walk paced the floor for another half an hour. I was just about to do something (what, I do not know: maybe something with more wall banging or getting the baseball bat and poking the ceiling), she and her friends leave. I was happy, returned to my bed and had a relatively good night's sleep. It was too short, but the sleep did come and was very good.
Anywho, I felt like hell this morning. I decided to go to yoga, so I chilled out in the apartment until it was time to go. My upstairs neighbor comes home at around 10AM. I remember thinking (as I flipped the bird to the sound of her footsteps outside of my door and then above my ceiling) that if I felt like hell, it must be nothing to what she felt like if it was only then that she was getting home.
Then, as I'm ready to leave for yoga, I hear her leave to do whatever it is she does during the day when she's not sleeping. I waited a minute before following her out because I didn't want to meet her on the stairs or in the courtyard. When I left, I noticed she had been smoking in the common area of the stairwell. Rude!
Then, as I'm walking to my gym, I see her crossing the street. She was a mess. I watched her trip trying to negotiate a gentle incline up to the sidewalk. I don't mean that she stumbled, I mean she fell on her face. Then sat there a while. Someone on that side of the street made sure she was okay. My first thought was, "It's called karma: suck it!" But then I felt bad. I didn't feel bad that I thought something mean after she tripped. I just felt bad for her. I don't think she has any family in the city. I also don't think the "friends" she parties with care whether or not she can function during the day. I just feel bad that no one cares enough about her to point out to her that her lifestyle isn't doing her any good and might be really harming her.
So I feel kind of stuck. There's no way that I would approach her with any kind of advice to get some kind of treatment (I'm assuming drug and alcohol treatment). I don't know her at all and would probably have trouble picking her out of a line up. I've never exchanged so much as a nod with her. I used to know a boyfriend of hers because he and I would exchange pleasantries when I was outside playing with my dog, but I think he's well out of the picture now. But I still want her to get some kind of help. My motives are more selfish than altruistic, but I don't have the first idea of how to go about it.
Part of me thinks I should complain against her again to my landlords. It wouldn't be out of anger, but out of some hope that a second warning about her behavior might knock some sense into her. Or maybe her getting kicked out of her apartment might alert her friends and family that something is wrong.
I think I'm not long for living at this apartment in any case, for reasons that have nothing to do with my neighbors, so I'm stuck as to what I should do.
Does anyone who took the time to read this have any ideas?
