One of my neighbors posted a sign last night imploring tenants to be quiet and respectful of the people who live below them. After a few sentences about jumping, stomping, and excessive noise from above, she (it had to be a she, if my handwriting analysis is as good as I assume it is) moved on to the music that is audible in the hallway and in the stairwell. Considering that I live on the ground floor, and don't disturb anyone with my stomping or jumping, I can only take that little bit about the music as a backhanded slap in the face.
Many people could tell you about one of the most important things in my life, the D.H. [No further explanation necessary.] I fear that my nightly need to unwind with some music is causing a problem. I realized this is why I scurry away from my neighbors when I hear them approaching; why I bashfully held the door and stared at my feet as my seemingly normal (and potentially befriend-able) neighbor came through. I know my music is too loud. I know I should turn it down, especially when it's something embarassing like vintage Destiny's Child. But I can't. I need it.
So today I'm turning a new leaf - quieter music, better relations with my neighbors. There is a strong hipster element in this building, so I need to be cool. So I will turn the music down. That's my January 30th resolution.