I was posting about my neighbors and the trouble I have with them. Someone replied that they get along great with their neighbors. And like them and have no problem with them. And it struck me as very weird just now that I don’t get along with my neighbors. I mean I do stuff to them too and that’s weird as well. But with the new guy moving in upstairs it’s just 24 hours a day of them playing on weaknesses and listening in or tuning in to whatever I’m doing. Invading my space. It’s no way to live.
And I was thinking about it at work today. I think I can’t ever describe what’s happening because it’s unique to this building. Just a theory, but just maybe this stuff that happens here is invented by us and only happens in this building, at this point in time, with us 6 people. Just a theory. Maybe it’s impossible to describe.
It’s complicated living with your parent at 49 years of age but it sure beats share living. I found even your best friends become problems if you live with them…and I lived with people I worked with too so you were with them 24/7. That gets old quickly for someone like me with a bit of paranoia.
It’s not going to be easy because it’s not on your terms but the good thing is I’d imagine it’s decent rent for what you get. I know it’s not easy but ignoring and just being solid enough to keep it civil like say hello. Keep it at that. I don’t even talk to most of my neighbors but I’ll still nod and smile. Keep it simple and keep them away from your life if that makes sense. Not easy matey but you can do it.
I know what you’re going through. It’s like your thoughts are syncing with the neighbour’s noises.
I think this is solvable, but I am not 100% out yet. The solution seems to be stopping yourself from producing anymore adrenochrome (oxidized adrenaline) by reducing your chronic brain inflammation to normal healthy levels. Adrenochrome is like LSD, when it resides in your brain you start getting crazy synchronicities and feeling like you’re in the Truman show if it is bad enough.
I am “less synced” than before but there is still noticable pressure in my brain. So I am still ill.
I found it helpful that just asking myself ‘Could I be wrong about what I think is going on?’ and learning to not be so sure of myself. A little self-doubt in goes a long way.