Thursday, August 18, 2005

Seeking: Monkey Man

I'd love to whip my immune system into shape but it's got a life of it's own ever since that one year of sickness *grovels* Active force attempted and failed; humble pie next :p (In other words: I'm really trying to take care of myself, Sara. My body's just got other plans ^_^; This morning at work started off horribly. The first thing I did was to check on the new candy that had arrived the day before and it turned out that they'd gotten about 5 different candies that I love. And in my world these candies are a bit higher up in the candy ranks, almost more exclusive (because even though their candy is fresh and stuff, it feels second rate somehow), so it was a surprise to see them in the little candy boxes (and in such quantitiy!). Knowing that it's fresh, tasty and cheap made not only my mouth dribble with drool but my wallet steam like a boiler in a sauna. Oh, horrible in that scenario of course means splendid -_^_- Then the guy with some mail came along and his scent sort of reminded me of Man Flesh, which nearly made me jump the poor guy >>; I know I talk about this way too much but scent is enormously important to me. As a little girl it was only the scent of my mom that put me truly at ease and reminded me of whatever it was that needed to be confirmed/affirmed. People I didn't like usually smelled grotty so that established it even further, haha. Some people don't really smell anything, though, and oddly enough I don't really feel anything towards them in general. Hm. I don't think that it's the smell of someone that determines whether or not I'll like them but it certainly helps me to get a feel of the person. And when there's a smell that makes an impact on me, it stays. Everytime I smell cigarette smoke, for instance, it reminds me of a few things, depending on how the smoke smells. (Yes, that's how sensitive my nose is, I notice differences in cigarette smoke *doesn't know whether to feel snotty about it or ashamed*) Sometimes it reminds me of my grandmother, on dad's side, and the sharp smell gives me this feeling of strongly wanting to get away from it. Discomfort. My other granny used to smoke but that had more softness to it, even though it still smelled terrible. *scratches head* Lost my train of thought but I'll leave it there for the time being. *moves on* So yeah, when a scent reminds me of mom it gives me a nice safe vibe. If I catch the tiniest whiff of Man Flesh scent, it sends me into an or-- let's not go there. Smoke makes me feel cornered and violated. In general I quite like the very masculine scents (example: Axe) but it has to be applied to the right man, otherwise it only makes me shudder and go "creep/ sleaze". Because there's also the point of how the artificial scent blends with someone's natural scent. It can either be an enhancer or a repellant. As well as establish a little bit of personality. Mom smells very soft but at the same time strong. The scent will embrace you but not bend/break. Dad smells like the archetypical male, where one simply establishes "right, that's a guy". No greater emotion embedded in it, really. Man Flesh I could go on about but you obviously need to cut down on reading about it *coughs* so let's just end this whole thing with cementing the fact that smell is important to me and makes me react in different ways. *looks at time* Eh, video store just closed. No candy tonight >>; By the way, Mr Monkeh, what's the status on your visitation rights? EDIT: Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh/Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh. ..... *goes to bed* [Bunny] [9th Elsewhere] [CYS] [T&P] [Catharsis] [Boring 3D] [Plushies]

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