Never rent a downstairs apartment without a thick ceiling.
So I'm stuck in this apartment, and a feature of it is I have an upstairs thug neighbor who spends many of his days dropping heavy objects on the floor and pacing across his apartment at breakneck speed. He's the worst neighbor I've had above me, but all of them require some acceptance of annoyance.
"Annoyance" is the wrong word though. Every thud ruins my mood. I'm forced into a mentally defensive posture to brace myself against the potential, inevitable shock that can come at any moment. Sometimes I go to bed, get comfortable, and then he has a friend over and I realize there's no chance I'm going to fall asleep.
Of course he has to deal with none of this because he had the sense to see this fucking scam and select the proper apartment. I chose downstairs, pathetically, because I was worried about MY noise and didn't want to disturb anyone with it.