A Confliction of Ethics, Emotion and Guts

I have loud neighbors. They have been loud for a while. I have never seen these neighbors, but I know a lot about them. I know they're nice enough to lend duct tape, no questions asked. I know they have a rocking sound system that can pump bass like a tricked out thug car. I know someone over there really likes their first-person shooters. I know that he can yell loud enough to be heard anywhere in my apartment. I know that sometimes she cries. They remind me of a song.

That song. It is a song I have taken to heart on more occasions than just about anyone knows. I cannot help but think that I should do something, if just to find out why he yells and she cries at three am. I hear one thing clearly from him, anger. One thing from her, apology. I don't know their circumstances, I don't know their names, I don't know their faces, but I hear things through the walls that make me want to be a better person than I am. I just don't know if I can. I don't know if it's right that I poke my nose in. Sometimes people just argue...
I don't know if it's the question or the answer that bothers me more...

Forgive

I got into an argument on deviantArt today. It was someone posting on one of the gay art clubs there how much they hate furry art. His side of the argument was heated, I'd like to think mine was less so. We ended it curtly (I badly wanted to get the last word in), and I figured that was the end of it. But a few moments later he posts on my profile and I think 'ohhhh man, I'm going to have to report him' but... he apologized. He didn't ask for forgiveness for being insulting and bigoted, he just apologized.

So I took a breath, and I forgave him. I would like to think that if we had been arguing face-to-face I'd still have forgiven him. I didn't want to, he was a jerk and rude and thusly in a REALLY bad place to be so, but I did. I can only hope that when I am that bull-headed and stupid and I apologize you will forgive me.