Sometimes I play the guitar.  I've been doing it since way back in 1994.  The thing with playing guitar is that it must be done with as much volume and force as possible.  Acoustic guitars are good for this.  I've never seen somebody break an acoustic guitar by playing it too hard.  And since it's acoustic, it's louder depending on how hard you play it.  Acoustics are fun that way.  Electrics are a bit different.  It doesn't matter how hard you play, it matters how loud your amp can go.  In the famous words of Spinal Tap describing their amps, "These go to eleven."  The electric guitar was created to be played loud.  It's nearly impossible to play an electric guitar through headphones. 

With that in mind, I've always enjoyed being home alone so I can blast music as loud as I want.  I did this a lot when I lived with my parents.  It came to a sudden and screeching halt when I went to college.  I didn't want to be that annoying jerk who played loud music in his dorm, so I got a key to the music room and did it there.  That worked most of the time, except people came in and out of the music room, so I never felt comfortable.  I can't play around people for some reason.  The loud playing came to another screeching halt when I moved into an apartment.  I brought out my electric guitar a couple times, but my neighbor upstairs came down one Friday evening to ask me to turn it down.  Yes, Friday evening.  What could he have been doing on a Friday evening that required absolute silence?  And I didn't even turn it up that loud.  It could have been quite a bit louder.  Loud enough to shake stuff off the walls.  That jerk.  So anyway, I was pretty pumped to move out of the apartment and into a house.  Once again, I could crank the volume up to eleven and scare the cats.  Now, whenever Wendy leaves the house, I play loud guitar and fulfill my calling in life.