I've had different kinds of flatmates and neighbours from the quiet ones, those who were rather boisterous, and those who play their music and television really loud any time of the day.
I didn't mind it so much if it was music I liked. Otherwise, I would fight back by playing loud music which drowned out their noise. All's fair in love and music. :-)
The only time I wasn't bothered by my neighbourss or flatmates' antics was when I was out. Who cares how loud they play their music when I'm not around to hear them?
Being at home when a neighbour or flatmate is being "noisy" is rather like when I'm thinking too much. Wherever there is a thought the thinker is on board analysing, assessing, comparing, criticising, doubting, fretting, judging, reacting, and worrying. While I'm immersed in thoughts, I can't see the wood for the trees.
On the other hand, when I'm not thinking and simply being in silence, there's no one "at home" to take offence to whatever my flatmates or neighbours are up to. I am simply being the Observer who is transparent to whatever people are getting up to. I am also not only open to whatever gems that are in that situation, I have access to immense power in the silence.
It's amazing how much enjoyment can be had when there is no one "at home"!
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