I may have decided to stay where I am at- getting another unit in my current complex. For now.
They showed me another available unit. The only issue I have with it is that it has a gas oven/stove, and I can't handle gas smells well. I can get around it though. I can buy a countertop oven and a portable burner.
Then the paint fumes are still there, but they didn't effect me that badly for how recently they painted. Its winter so it hasn't aired out, and I will do this, plus lay out dishes of activated charcoal. And add spider plants and other VOC scrubbers.
The door lock is painted red. The apartment that is right up the steps like mine is in my block, mirror position is 333. Across the way from the unit I'm looking at is 330. Not that I'm interpretting any "omens" as bad or good.
They let me hang out in there on my own to see if I can handle it. When I turned the key back in, to Zach, on his desk to his left- my right, was a tiny yellow envelope with the number 113 on it-- The one given to Christina yesterday in my presence. This number I have long associated with Christ and sacrifice.
Arriving back at my current unit, for the first time I have been in a position to say hello, as I might normally to anyone, to the girl that moved in next to me, whose use of strong petrocarbon fragrance motivated my escape from there, and I denied my natural desire to be social, and just put my head down going past her. She doesn't deserve me. Frankly I don't care if she gets killed. Not painfully. Just dead. She basically said that my sensitivity is not her problem. She has no idea headaches are common side effects of the use of these things. People are more likely to be depressed breathing the compounds contained. Children are especially susceptible to them. The simple fact is the chemicals don't belong in our air. Indoor air is polluted enough, without their addition. They need to be banned. If I ran things consciously, they would and any fragrance would be yanked from the shelves and properly disposed of, and further production halted, pending full investigation, including the question of how ethical it is to force others to breath things they don't need or want to- things that are harmful. Granted there are many things in society that we breath that aren't good, like fumes from gasoline (I have ideas for full automation at the pump too), or cars, Etc... But some things are somewhat unavoidable, and we are working on it. Engineered fragrance is just obnoxious, and extraneous... Unneeded bullshit. I'd love a totalitarian government that did things right. Some people belong in chains. It doesn't have to be repressive. Its not a sacrifice to stop being dipshits. Tell me its not your problem when your child is born and is less than it could have been because of your ignorance of the effects of the environment. When you make life harder than it needs to be. Creating problems that never would have been. Trashy fuckers.
They showed me another available unit. The only issue I have with it is that it has a gas oven/stove, and I can't handle gas smells well. I can get around it though. I can buy a countertop oven and a portable burner.
Then the paint fumes are still there, but they didn't effect me that badly for how recently they painted. Its winter so it hasn't aired out, and I will do this, plus lay out dishes of activated charcoal. And add spider plants and other VOC scrubbers.
The door lock is painted red. The apartment that is right up the steps like mine is in my block, mirror position is 333. Across the way from the unit I'm looking at is 330. Not that I'm interpretting any "omens" as bad or good.
They let me hang out in there on my own to see if I can handle it. When I turned the key back in, to Zach, on his desk to his left- my right, was a tiny yellow envelope with the number 113 on it-- The one given to Christina yesterday in my presence. This number I have long associated with Christ and sacrifice.
Arriving back at my current unit, for the first time I have been in a position to say hello, as I might normally to anyone, to the girl that moved in next to me, whose use of strong petrocarbon fragrance motivated my escape from there, and I denied my natural desire to be social, and just put my head down going past her. She doesn't deserve me. Frankly I don't care if she gets killed. Not painfully. Just dead. She basically said that my sensitivity is not her problem. She has no idea headaches are common side effects of the use of these things. People are more likely to be depressed breathing the compounds contained. Children are especially susceptible to them. The simple fact is the chemicals don't belong in our air. Indoor air is polluted enough, without their addition. They need to be banned. If I ran things consciously, they would and any fragrance would be yanked from the shelves and properly disposed of, and further production halted, pending full investigation, including the question of how ethical it is to force others to breath things they don't need or want to- things that are harmful. Granted there are many things in society that we breath that aren't good, like fumes from gasoline (I have ideas for full automation at the pump too), or cars, Etc... But some things are somewhat unavoidable, and we are working on it. Engineered fragrance is just obnoxious, and extraneous... Unneeded bullshit. I'd love a totalitarian government that did things right. Some people belong in chains. It doesn't have to be repressive. Its not a sacrifice to stop being dipshits. Tell me its not your problem when your child is born and is less than it could have been because of your ignorance of the effects of the environment. When you make life harder than it needs to be. Creating problems that never would have been. Trashy fuckers.