I've always been super sensitive to scents. When I smell rain, I think of my grandpa. When I smell axe, middle school horrors flash before my eyes. When I smell cat pee, I think of condos and mini-golf.
It's been said that the human's sense of smell has the most powerful affect on one's mind when it comes to getting those nostalgic feelings. I definitely agree with that. Sometimes I'll be in a friend's house and I'll smell the lemon scented Pledge. Then I can't stop laughing because all I can think about is my dog freaking out. She used to love the stuff! Every time we dusted the furniture, she got so excited and started rubbing all over everything which kind of defeated the purpose of dusting.
However, there have been times when my super smelling strengths have been used against me. Occasionally, there will be a scent that is just so offensive to me, I can't quite function. Once, I went with the father to see a show at the Kennedy Center. Everything was fine and dandy until the couple with the seats next to ours arrived. The woman's perfume was so pungent and all together repulsive, I felt as if my nose was suffering a mass ambush that went on for the whole three hours of the performance. The lady was very kind and I didn't want to be rude, so I tried to ignore it, but it was so awful. I ended up casually using my hair as a shield and curling up against the father's shoulder, sobbing quietly, for the majority of the night. I probably looked ridiculous. I don't even remember the show because my whole brain was on lockdown. Moral of the story, no matter how delicious you think your perfume or cologne is, ladies and gentlemen, please keep to one or two squirts for the good of humankind. Too much of anything is bad; especially drenching in perfume that's been labeled, Le Devil's Sweat Glands.
Until next time,
Sierra
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