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Says 412 – Speaking your truth in a reality of bullshit.

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Internet image. not image of health food store.

Today I went to the health food store and they have signs on the door indicating that you must wear a mask and must use the hand sanitizers to be able to go into the store. I walked in and a man in his 40’s wearing a mask came over to me told me I have to wear masks and sanitize my hands. I stated that I can’t wear a mask because I can’t breathe and that I’m allergic to hand sanitizers.

He saw the list I had in my hand and said that he would pick up the products I wanted and that I should wait here.
I said, “No I want to shop myself. I don’t have the product names but I know what they look like.”
He said, “You can’t shop here without a mask and sanitizing your hands.”
I said, “Fine, you have a choice. You can either let me shop without a mask and using hand sanitizers, or I walk out and take my business elsewhere”

I couldn’t see his mouth but his eyes blinked a couple times, then he nodded his head indicating he was accepting my terms and waived his right arm to usher me into the store. As I walked to the shelves he said that I should use this counter, (pointing) when I wanted to check out.

I did my shopping, paid my bill with cash and briefly chatted with the girl that was not wearing a mask and not behind any plastic shield of any kind. I got the impression that she’s not a happy camper working where she is regarding all the covid-19 BS.

It’s bad enough that the government, medical and media bullshit us.. but that business also try the same shit. I spoke my truth and stood my ground. He was in denial and knew it.. An example of how truth (love) prevails over lies, omission, avoidance and denials.

Says 104 – Another sleepless night and confrontation

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2012 Oct 08 2:30 am Well I’ve been awake for a good hour and a half coughing and hacking away from the smell of weed/hash. I had gotten up to go to the bathroom and when I opened my door, the unmistakable smell of weed and another smell that could be hash, filled my lungs and I began to cough and hack. When I was in the bathroom, I opened the window and was able to breathe some fresh air. Even though I held my breath when I went back to my room, the damage had been done as I continued to cough, as my lungs were trying to expel the poison they had taken in. This shit tonight is not only affecting my lungs, but is also giving ne a headache and I feel disoriented. I’m letting Paul know tomorrow that I’ll be looking for another place.

9:45 am. I met Paul in the hallway, and told him that I don’t see him giving up his addiction to pot and whatever, so I’ll be looking for a new place and will be moving out by the end of the month. I told him how it was affecting me and even as I talked to him in the hallway, I could feel my breathing getting shorter and my voice raspy, as could he. He said that I was a good tenant and that he didn’t know it affected me in the way that he could now see. He said that he didn’t want me to go and that he would stop using it if it bothered me, and that he would do it outside or away from home. I said, OK, we’ll see.

We talked for a few minutes and I told him that I was also allergic to some men’s cologne and after-shave, women’s perfume, hand sanitizers, air fresheners and cleaning products, etc. and told him what they physically did to me. Well it looks like I might be living here for a while.