Dilemma of Living in a Flat

Sometimes it sucks living in an apartment/flat with a bunch of other people in the same building. Other times it's not too bad. Renters come and go, sometimes they live in the place long term. Problem is the kind of people you have to live next with. Some are okay, quiet, don't disturb, etc (I'm not that social myself). Other people it's the exact same opposite case. It's worse if you live upstairs (like I do).... those living below me can literally hear every footstep I make, every flush of the toilet made, every squeak of the door, every phone ring and accidental phone drop, washing machine, vacuum cleaner...probably even conversations. It is just so damn annoying

For instance, the other day, this guy downstairs literally had a go at me because I was being too noisy. I think the guy is a douchebag though who makes even more noise than I do (typical british chav culture!), and I don't complain (to them). He threatened to complain to the landlords, well I just looked back and him and said... "okay", then went upstairs. He does have a point though, as he has a partner and a baby (which he mentioned), and I was using the vacuum cleaner on that day, but that's hardly a crime for crying out loud (no pun intended), at some point I need to clean my bloody place! Then like a day ago, I was just trying to do some exercises, doing handstand pushups, squats, pressups etc... and he marched upstairs and started banging on my door. I just ignored it though. Actually he banged on my door again when I dropped my phone by accident... what an idiot. Obviously he has anger management issues. Compared to him, I consider myself as a relatively peaceful person who doesn't mind any body else's business, I don't drink, smoke (I can even smell their cigarette smoke emanating from below as they have their windows open), do stupid things with gangs of friends and make noises all night... bah!

I just wish they would move out! Then again if I were in their position I'd probably feel the same. To be honest I can't tell how much noise I'm making from their end... the sound is probably being amplified as it travels through the walls and the flooring material...so from an audio-control design perspective, the building is relatively poor at that.

In any case, there was a time when it was much worse living in the flat, when there were literally drug addicts living next door, and creating all sorts of terror and abuse for the inhabitants. But that was when my mom was living where I am now about 2 years ago, but that's all over now.

It's just now, I feel like my freedom of movement, freedom to exercise is being restricted, I feel like a prisoner, or as if it's a crime to turn on the vacuum cleaner, or even open the door, in fear of making a noise that would disturb and subsequently irritate them, leading to yet another unwanted confrontation. I even have to tip-toe now and it sucks. Every push-up, every footstep, every movement... has to be as quiet as a cat... aaarggh!!!

Anyway, I don't want to keep babbling and ranting/dwelling about this. One day I have to get out. I have to save up a fortune and create my own secluded fortress, away from the hideous, corrupted, contaminated, polluted, degenerate world I have to put up with every day...