hostel travelers

This is why I dislike hostels: There is always a smiley little pair who are up earlier than you and that couldn't possibly imagine that the door they are slamming, or the why-so-loud conversation they are enthusiastically having couldn't possible be a disturbance to anyone one else. And it's always Europeans, always. Italians, Germans, and don't even get me started on the French. I've had the honor of sharing a hostel with French folks—they're sure it would be an honor if you were to be woken up by their insightful, witty and certainly relevant conversation. I'm being sarcastic of course because in fact, people like this, no matter where they were raised (god knows the U.S. is full of them) don't give a second thought to how their actions might affect anyone. Apparently, they've lived for 22, 23, even 30 years and and simply must have NEVER had they experience where they've seen their actions have a detrimental effect on anyone else. So I sheepishly admit that I'm being too hard on them because how would they know that slamming doors in an otherwise silent environment where you know there are other people who are still asleep only feet from you would be disruptive?