It's Friday night and I just climbed up an indoor roof access ladder to the roof of the apartment building we live in. It's ten floors. We live on the top floor, which is lovely most of the time. There is an "off limits to residents" roof access ladder to the roof of the building - the roof is off limits as well of course. The problem is that for those of us who live on the tenth floor, it sounds like the sky is falling down when someone walks across the roof - it's not a thick barrier or soundproof like floors between apartments, obviously.
So tonight as we are watching tv (very boring on the Friday of a holiday weekend I know) and suddenly there is a crashing and thumping across the ceiling. Our dog starts freaking out as he isn't used to loud, scary noises coming from above. I put my running shoes on, still in my pjs and wander out to the stairwell to see the roof door is open, so I climb up and sure enough there's a young couple larking around together. I say that I don't care that they're up on the roof but there is little soundproofing and my dog is freaking out so could they try not to stomp around too much? They are very nice and apologetic and I come back home, problem sorted right? Apparently, after explaining to my dh what happened, I am the mean, busybody complainer and this "trait" of mine is getting worse (there are two more instances of me being a complaining about a community issue to be fair). I just turned 40, surely I'm too young to be the mean old neighbourhood busybody? Or am I and I should just accept it?... embrace it?...!