The funny thing is I'd feel less crazy if they were making MORE noise... after I called the police and the drumming stopped, they don't really make any more noise than anyone else just living their daily lives. But because I have such bad blood with them, any little sound I hear from them makes my heart start racing and my blood start boiling, and I know it shouldn't. In the past, when I lived in an apartment and got along well with my neighbors, I wouldn't even notice the sounds they made because it didn't bother me at all.

Maybe I need to seriously look into therapy...