You just cant win in the middel...

I live in on the second level of a three story apartment building, probably the worst place on Earth to live. There is a general since of anger, resentment, or just plain awkwardness. It generally goes like this, when I see my upstairs neighbors I'm usually sending imaginary daggers their way! I feel they have no common respect for the shared space in which we all live, at times there loudness and general lack of care for other people is done on purpose.  When I see my downstairs neighbors, its a whole different story. I'm generally giving a cowardly smile in hopes in translates into " I'm sorry for my heavy footed boyfriend and daughter that feels the need to run everywhere".  I simply long for the days we will own our own house and not live on other people's terms!