Loud People

Errrr.... Well, let's see what I can say about them...

Naturally, I live with the loudest people in the world. No kidding. In the morning, I turn up the television's volume to about thirty and still won't recognise a thing it says. In the afternoon, I'm usually closing the door while I listen to music, just for the sake of blocking out at least twenty-five percent of the noise. When I'm asleep, I'll be lucky if there isn't a three-hour phone call in the next room, in which booming voices could be heard from, what I would say are quite thick walls.

Now, it isn't all bad. Loud people are there for a reason, and that's to say the things that are needed to be said. However, I just fear becoming deaf over something as trivial as this. I wonder, do these loud people know when to shut up?

You can try to tell them politely, but then they'll just slightly minimise their gabble. You can also try to shout over them (trust me, I'm louder than they are when it counts), but then they'll be all like, "JEEZ! QUIET DOWN WILL YOU?!?!?", and there would be an argument. I'm cowardly when it comes to fights like these, so I'd be crushed within a second. There's the final option on how to stop them, and that's to go completely batshit crazy and throw something really heavy ...I've wanted to try that on so many individuals, it's not funny.

So it's hard to say that loud people are loveable. I know, understatement.

Honestly, what's with loud people and always sticking into everything? For once, I would like someone to just slap a loud bitch.

If I were in charge of a specialised force, I would make that a mission. Failure means death.

Wuv,
SSV