Here’s a thought

I gather that life, alledgedly, is what one makes of it. That sounds peachy-keen and all, but what does it mean? How do I apply the accumulated wisdom held in this thought on my everyday life?

I thought about this when lying in bed the other night. My neighbor had deemed it prudent to wash some clothes- no issues- in the middle of the night- somewhat of a problem. Or at least, that's what I initially said to myself. I then spent countless minutes contemplating what I would say to said late-washing individual if I at some point were to arise from my bolstered resting place for the sake of a good old midnight confrontation and believe me, numerous dialogues were created, repeated and varied to leisure me, all just in my head of course. When I realized what went on, and what had happened to my night, I decided that nobody but me should be allowed to decide what my fantasies are made of.

Here's the issue in short: your night is being ruined by unpleasant noises, so how does one turn annoying into lovable? How do I use this horrible nuisance for good? The sound of a dryer is somewhat similar to that of an aeroplane during march, so I was flying. And I fell asleep.