u/Avaluvvi

I feel like this is such a weird problem and I'm curious if anyone else relates. I did rhythmic gymnastics for about 5 years as a kid but I was never that good. Then I quit and around the pandemic I started doing yoga (at home) and I was still doing yoga until last year. I started getting into ballet last year but after I had dental surgery 8 months ago and I couldn’t exercise for a while then I became lazy and completely stopped. Ever since I was little I've wanted to be one of those people who's ridiculously flexible, so I've always kept stretching. The thing is that I feel like I've hit a wall. I'm definitely more flexible than the average person, I can do a middle split, I can put my forehead on the floor in butterfly pose and I can get comfy in pigeon pose but I can't seem to get any further than that. No matter how consistently I stretch, I don't really improve. What's even more frustrating is that I never actually feel loose. My hamstrings are always tight, my hips are always tight, my back almost always hurts, my joints click. Stretching never relieves my tightness and sometimes I feel like it makes it worse. I've had periods where I stretched 5 days a week for months. I've tried holding stretches longer, tried to push deeper, being more consistent and somehow I wake up feeling just as tight the next day. It's honestly exhausting and I’m starting to think I might be hypermobile. I'd really love to hear from anyone who's been in the same situation because I'm starting to think I've been approaching flexibility completely the wrong way or maybe the problem is just my body

I genuinely think I have the worst luck with upstairs neighbors. For 14 years we had the same people living above us and we had so many issues with them they were loud, inconsiderate. When they finally moved out 6 months ago we were celebrating, we honestly thought we'd never see the day. Then two weeks ago these new neighbors moved in and somehow they're even worse. Every single day it's the same thing they walk like elephants, they drag furniture and chairs, banging sounds and it goes on for HOURS. Not just during the day either. Sometimes they're still dragging stuff until 1–2 am and then they wake up earlier than we do and start all over again. The craziest part is that some rooms in our apartment are actually insulated pretty well against noise, we have rockwool insulation in walls and ceilings and we spent a lot and that’s how I know this isn’t normal apartment living noise because even with insulation, it still sounds like someone is constantly dropping furniture directly above us. We are barely sleeping at this point. Constant headaches, constant stress so today I finally snapped. I was already having an anxiety attack and the noise had been going on for hours so I grabbed a broom and hit the ceiling a few times out of pure frustration. A few seconds later one of the guys upstairs yells "Can you stop making noise?" they irony nearly killed me. YOU are asking ME to stop making noise? The people who sound like they're reenacting a demolition project every night until 2 am? How do you hear someone hit the ceiling and not immediately think: "Maybe the people below us are trying to tell us we're being loud?" I swear the complete and absolute lack of self awareness

I've tried to change the words and everything but my posts keep getting instantly removed and mods don’t even explain why, what a shame because I feel it would have helped a lot of people to hear my words. I hope mods do something about it