Everyone seems to have a story like this, which makes me think that we might actually be just as loud as the people we complain about without realizing it. Think about it. It’s not like we can actually hear what we sound like from the floor below while we are “softly walking around” upstairs.
I got told we were like this once. Mle and my wife would literally tiptoe around after, carefully close doors, live in a constant state of worry, and still the next morning the guy below would say “you’re literally shaking paintings off the walls!” My wife was physically afraid to run into him after a bit.
At the time I thought the apartment must have paper thin walls that apparently I couldn’t hear through, but now I think he was just an ass. Living off self righteous anger.
Everyone seems to have a story like this, which makes me think that we might actually be just as loud as the people we complain about without realizing it. Think about it. It’s not like we can actually hear what we sound like from the floor below while we are “softly walking around” upstairs.
I got told we were like this once. Mle and my wife would literally tiptoe around after, carefully close doors, live in a constant state of worry, and still the next morning the guy below would say “you’re literally shaking paintings off the walls!” My wife was physically afraid to run into him after a bit.
At the time I thought the apartment must have paper thin walls that apparently I couldn’t hear through, but now I think he was just an ass. Living off self righteous anger.
Go with your gut. His ceiling probably creaked when you walked, and that was it.