Too much. Too much.
October 10, 2007I like it when I can smell things, because I have a pretty bad sense of smell. And I really like things that smell good; food, flowers, new things, etc. People often smell good, too, which I am highly in favor of. I am not ashamed to say that I enjoy smelling like an ocean breeze or lavender fresh. Currently, my hair scent of choice is a juicy green apple, which is quite excellent. Walking through the sea of people at college, I am bombarded with the scents of hair products, body sprays, cologne, perfume, deodorant… and it’s pretty universally magnificent.
Except when I’m twenty feet away and can smell someone across the god damn room. Take it from me, if I can smell someone that far away, they are pretty fucking strong smelling. Like, a normal person might choke, and a dog would die.
I write this now as I’m in the library, being bombarded by the two girls 12 feet away from me. I’m used to being fairly isolated here in my favorite spot, the basement corner, so I was not unhappy to see that human air fresheners were going to keep me company. But then they came within the “blood circle,” that distance where the scents emanating become too much. Way too much. I think I might have to move… it’s like getting a face full of Lysol.
Yeah, I’m not moving. I’m just thankful that noses become desensitized so quickly.
*sigh*
