plooping

i have found myself in a somewhat sticky situation. Down the hall from me lives a normal boy with a very special gift. He plays what is called the "low whistle" but don't be fooled by its misnomer. nothing about this whistle is low. It plays a ranges of high pitches and sort of sounds like an irish flute. don't call it that though, because he gets upset. there are three main phases one goes through when living in proximity to a low floutist.

phase one-intrigue
the low flute is not a common instrument and at first listen it is interesting, fascinating and almost hypnotizing at times. How does one get a low whistle, where would one take low whistle lessons?

phase two-anger
the low flute is now the enemy, why does the low floutist insist on playing with his door open and why does he only know two songs on the low flute? must he play everyday for at least an hour?? is there nothing else in the low floutists life?

phase three-acceptance
this is the phase i find myself in now, not because i have come to enjoy the low flute, but because i have come to appreciate the low floutist's gumption and his ability to play such an annoying instrument and not care about his neighbors thoughts or feelings on the subject. it gives me the gumption to listen to my high school musical 2 soundtrack everyday and not care about it either ;P that is a sticking my tongue out and winking at the same time emoticon, you'll get it just think about it