Now that they are building it, He excitedly sends me updates of the building progress, and I want to be like "Aw, that's so cool!" because I am genuinely excited for him. He LOVES his house. But I find that I don't say much. Because, while I am excited for him and hope he loves his space, I hate the house. I really, really hate the house.
It actually makes me mad.
How on earth, you may ask, does a house make me mad?
Because it's offensive to my sense of beauty. It's UGLY. Plain and Simple. U.G.L.Y.
And because I care about my friend's happiness. You see, my friend is a bit of a naturist, which by definition, means he loves the feel of air on his skin. I love this about him. It changed my paradigm of what comfort really is.
And the problem I can't get over... is in a Passive house, YOU CAN'T OPEN THE WINDOWS! You depend on mechanical systems to bring in air. Which means, if they break, or the power goes out, you die. OK not really, but, still. If the system doesn't work, for whatever reason, the house doesn't work. And it gets beyond stuffy - it'll be downright chokeworthy. I imagine myself living in the sealed room in the TV show Lie To Me. Put some comfy furniture in there and could I live in it? The short answer is NO.
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| The Lie to Me interrogation room |
