Hearing couples fucking while suicidal and depressed

[itsmeagain]

I've been dealing with it for the past couple nights. At first, I was like... whatever. They're a floor above me, they deserve to have happiness and pleasure. And it kills me. It kills me how all the pleasure and care and genuine love I had or "thought" i had was a lie. I'm already laying down in my bed pondering what the fuck I'm going to do if alcohol doesn't work this weekend, and I get to hear people moaning in genuine pleasure. Tonight was so intense, I went out to just knock on the door loudly to let them know to keep it down (leave before anyone answered obviously so they got the hint), and learned that the moaning was coming from fucking next door.

It's not what I need. How do people deal with everyone around them being fulfilled and carrying out normal human functions like this. I don't understand. I don't know how to deal. Everything is getting heavier by the day.

 

[LittleJem]

I don't know if it would help - and they are pricey - but I tried noise-cancelling headphones - and they are amazing. They shut out a lot of noise.

On my bad days, it is really hard to watch other people having a normal life and doing the things I'd want to be doing - so it makes perfect sense to me.

I also think if it is late night, this couple could politely keep the noise down. It's a tricky thing to broach, but it might be worth asking. Saying that, with some neighbours, that might make it worse - so it is tricky.

 

[ArtsyDrawer]

Some years ago there was a similar incident on my old street. The legend goes: a soldier came back from base for the weekend, but someone and their girlfriend were fucking in the apartment above the soldier. On the next day, the soldier went to a neighboring building and found the nicest looking old man. The sdier bribed the old man to say "oh, in my youth, I too was a man of passion. Today, however, not much. I understand it is a big thing to ask, but could you be more considerate? My six year old niece couldn't sleep yesterday."
The man living above the soldier lost all color and begged for forgiveness. Ever since, the man living above the soldier goes to his girlfriend's house in fear of traumatizing the old man's niece.

So... You think you can try something like that?

 

[itsmeagain]

I don't know if it would help - and they are pricey - but I tried noise-cancelling headphones - and they are amazing. They shut out a lot of noise.

On my bad days, it is really hard to watch other people having a normal life and doing the things I'd want to be doing - so it makes perfect sense to me.

I also think if it is late night, this couple could politely keep the noise down. It's a tricky thing to broach, but it might be worth asking. Saying that, with some neighbours, that might make it worse - so it is tricky.

Thanks.... the thing is, I kinda want to leave my money to the people I care about, and I still hear things rocking and it makes me sick. er.

Some years ago there was a similar incident on my old street. The legend goes: a soldier came back from base for the weekend, but someone and their girlfriend were fucking in the apartment above the soldier. On the next day, the soldier went to a neighboring building and found the nicest looking old man. The sdier bribed the old man to say "oh, in my youth, I too was a man of passion. Today, however, not much. I understand it is a big thing to ask, but could you be more considerate? My six year old niece couldn't sleep yesterday."
The man living above the soldier lost all color and begged for forgiveness. Ever since, the man living above the soldier goes to his girlfriend's house in fear of traumatizing the old man's niece.

So... You think you can try something like that?

Oh my god... ahahah. That's fantastic... I really wish I could do something like that, but I'm in a college dorm ahahah. Plus, trying to save my money. ahahah

 

[262653]

I used to hear moans from the floor above quite often, except I found it funny. On the other days I was hearing hissyfits and displacements of furniture.

 

[itsmeagain]

I used to hear moans from the floor above quite often, except I found it funny. On the other days I was hearing hissyfits and displacements of furniture.

Omg. If i heard a hissyfit between them i think that would make my night.

 

[Neurodoom]

I have to see this on a daily basis. I was in subway one night and there were two pretty women about my age wearing clothing (or lack thereof) talking to some other guys there. Just seeing people doing things I wish I could do makes me hate myself and I went home and turned on the shower drunkenly telling myself I'm not worth it anyway.

 

[charlottewilts]

i can somewhat relate. i don't mind couples, since i was still miserable in a relationship even with an extremely caring person who endured my bullshit. i think it made me feel worse, actually. maybe i have an aversion towards good treatment.

but hearing genuine laughter and seeing people genuinely smile... i just don't get how. i only ever laugh sardonically. i'll fake a smile and chuckle in social situations so i don't seem bitchy. seeing joy come so naturally to people, an emotion whose bare semblance i can achieve only through drugs... that fucking kills me.

 

[itsmeagain]

I have to see this on a daily basis. I was in subway one night and there were two pretty women about my age wearing clothing (or lack thereof) talking to some other guys there. Just seeing people doing things I wish I could do makes me hate myself and I went home and turned on the shower drunkenly telling myself I'm not worth it anyway.

I feel that... at least we have some people on here, right?

i can somewhat relate. i don't mind couples, since i was still miserable in a relationship even with an extremely caring person who endured my bullshit. i think it made me feel worse, actually. maybe i have an aversion towards good treatment.

but hearing genuine laughter and seeing people genuinely smile... i just don't get how. i only ever laugh sardonically. i'll fake a smile and chuckle in social situations so i don't seem bitchy. seeing joy come so naturally to people, an emotion whose bare semblance i can achieve only through drugs... that fucking kills me.

You're describing my exact situation right now for the second paragraph