Smell This

I think having a sense of smell can be an awful thing.

Memory is hooked up to scents in the most insane way.
It's more personal than image.
It's more emotional than sounds.

Sometimes, I THINK I smell a certain scent and suddenly I'm taken back to a different place and time.

Whether it's the smell of my grandma cooking ground beef and boiling potatoes in her kitchen in Wood Dale when I was in elementary school to the patchouli and tea tree oil scent of the neck of a boy who held me so close and proceeded to leave and never gave me closure.

I have a tub of these medicated pads made for post shaving that have a very unique scent. And every time I open the jar, I am taken back to summer 2007, drinking flasks in a bar while dancing, sweaty nights in a lofted apartment, and sleeping on rooftops.

Having a cold is a welcome reprieve.
Except for the sneezing and such.

But I guess I would forget more things without this added bonus of being able to simply breathe in and have a serious case of nostalgia.

I guess it reminds me that I'm human and am affected by those close to me.

I hope to make new memories based on new smells.
I also hope they will be good ones, not bad.