And another thing

Help me to understand this. Please. Clearly there is something I must be missing.

Why, when otherwise well-meaning people hear my (true) tales of woe, do they say things like the following:

"Have you tried sleeping with earplugs?"

"Couldn't you ask to be moved to another flat?"

"Have you tried Valium?"

(ad nauseum)

...hmmm? Any takers? Because I'm stumped. I mean, WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO DO ANYTHING? I'M THE INJURED PARTY HERE. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO HAS BEEN DRINKING HIS POST-PUBESCENT PUSS OFF AND LOUDLY CRASHING ABOUT UNTIL INHUMANE HOURS OF THE MORNING, ANNOYING THE LIVING SNOT OUT OF EVERYONE ELSE.

Asking me to put myself at even greater discomfort when it's the jumped-up little twerp across the hall who should be fucking moving? Hello? As far as I'm concerned he should have been executed evicted long ago, but halls management are far too ineffectual to do anything. I don't see why it should be my responsibility to further inconvenience myself because some intellectually short-sheeted twat is pathologically antisocial.

And before you say it, no, I don't like being in my righteous indignation. I'd rather just have an end to the anxiety attacks and a jolly good night's sleep. If that's an unreasonable request, by all means, tell me.

But c'mon, the craptacular little pimple across the corridor signed the same lease that I did. (Probably with an X. In crayon.) We should both be bound by the same rules -- not just me.