A few weeks ago, I was at a friend’s house when she started to hear a loud noise coming from upstairs.
When she turned to see what was happening, she was greeted with a massive wall of sound that sounded like it had been ripped out of a movie theater.
“You’re in the movie theater!” my friend exclaimed.
It was not an exaggeration.
“Oh no!” she exclaimed, as the wall of sounds began to recede into the distance.
“It’s coming out of the wall!”
The noise had gotten to her.
Her house was going to be silent, she told me, for a while.
That was when the issue began.
While we were both in shock, I realized that my roommate was actually right: The noise was coming from the ceiling.
While she had been right about the sound coming from her room, I had been wrong about the ceiling’s loudness.
In the beginning, I couldn’t figure out why the noise would be coming from our ceiling, but as I tried to figure it out, I became more and more convinced that I was being a loud person.
“I was just living with a roommate that is loud and she just doesn’t like me,” I told her.
I had never been so sure about something in my life.
“That’s why I said it’s coming from my ceiling!” she countered.
“Why do you say that?”
I asked her.
“Because I was afraid you’d just ignore it,” she replied.
“Do you really think I wouldn’t have been loud enough?”
I told myself.
“No,” she said.
“But I was wrong about how loud it was coming out.
You were right.
And I’m just going to pretend it was my ceiling that was the problem.
You’ll see how wrong I was.”
I knew I was making a big mistake, but I was also really nervous about it.
“So how do you know you are not just a loud loud person?” she asked.
I didn’t know, and that was a major reason why I was so nervous.
I was worried that I would be a loud, obnoxious, loud, annoying person.
And it was only then that I realized the truth.
I just couldn’t seem to tell the difference between my loudness and her ceiling’s noise.
After talking to her, she finally admitted to me that she was just being an obnoxious, noisy person.
She was actually just a lot louder than I was.
“When I was younger I thought I was going out of my way to make people like me, but now I realize I’m not,” she told the story.
“My roommate, she does it for herself.
She’s not trying to be annoying.
She just does it.
She has no respect for me.”
And so, it turns out, her roommate, who is loud, has no appreciation for me.
It turns out that my roommates ceiling is not my ceiling.
I think it’s important to point out that the term loud is often used interchangeably with loud.
For example, if a person is loud enough to be heard on the street, that person may be loud enough for me to hear.
But it’s not the same thing.
My roommate’s ceiling is loud.
So is my roommate’s floor.
My ceiling is definitely louder than my floor, but that’s not because I’m louder.
It’s because my roommate is louder than me.
I have no respect.
My floor is loud too.
So, my roommate, my ceiling, my floor is louder, but it’s just not my house.
So if you’re not sure whether or not your roommate is loud or not, you might be able to see if your roommate’s sound level is louder or quieter than yours.
The reason why this matters is because if your floor is really loud, you’re probably more likely to hear it than your roommate.
When we hear loud noises, we often respond with our ears, our bodies, or our brains.
So it’s only when our ears start hearing something that we are sensitive to the sound.
And when our brains start hearing things that are different than our ears or bodies that our brains begin to process the sound in our head.
In other words, our brains are more sensitive to our neighbors than to our own ears.
This is why it’s really important to pay attention to your own hearing.
Your house is probably a lot quieter than your neighbors house, but your house is also a lot loud.
I could hear the door creaking from downstairs and I could see my roommate and the door from my window.
I even could hear her footsteps outside.
This was not only because of the loud sound of her floor, it was also because my ears were picking up the noise in my own home, too.
In fact, my ears started to pick up the sound of my own body as well.
When I heard my roommate scream and jump up and down on the bed, my heart started racing