Next time the bass dropped hard enough to rattle my toothbrush, I grabbed my own speaker – not to fight back, but to play something totally weird. We’re talking polka music. Loud. And I mean aggressively cheerful, clappy-hands polka. I even tapped my foot loud by the shared wall, humming along badly. Did it for like, 15 minutes. Then silence from my side. The next night? Silence fr... https://fairytales.cc/psychological-warfare-strategies-work-well-try-these-tricks/