We want the right to blow our minds, as crazy as it seems.
That’s a line from one of my favourite songs by Placebo, and yes, many argue for that right. I’ve seen loads of memes, arguments and Facebook statuses about our rights to do all kinds of things to ourselves.
And it’s true… You have those rights, or else you should. Whatever happens behind closed doors and between consenting adults is nobody else’s business, and even if you are my neighbour, it has nothing to do with me. I don’t care what kinky shit you are into. I don’t care if the women/men you bring home are the same or different ones every night or if you have one or two partners at a time, or even if they are prostitutes. I don’t care if you play music or watch porn while you do your thing, because it is none of my business.
But I fucking well do care when it is 3AM and you are playing music at full blast and talking even louder than the music. I care because I need my sleep, and I love my sleep. And doing that in an apartment complex, doing that on the balcony right next door to my bedroom is selfish and thoughtless. The argument that you have the right to do whatever you want to yourself is fine, but the reality doesn’t work out that way, because when you are wired, you are not quiet. When you disturb other people, your argument falls apart because then whatever you are doing is not only affecting yourself, it is affecting others, and you do not have the right to disturb other people in the middle of the night.
To answer the question posed by the title, there is a significant difference between people who abuse alcohol versus drugs (maybe with alcohol)… Drinkers tend to shout and get unruly; junkies tend to talk for too long and too loud, in annoying never-ending monologues. They raise their voices, but sound anxious or tense.
I’m not sure what to do about my neighbour. He doesn’t do this every night, but I know the difference between a normal date and a drug-fuelled one. Drugs lead you to be talking at the top of your voice in the early hours of the morning, rather than doing more useful things, like fucking or sleeping or letting me fucking sleep. I’ll probably talk to him this evening, but if it happens again, I’ll call the cops.