Once upon a time… I was pregnant and experiencing rapid (and radical) physical and not-quite-as-rapid-but-still-remarkable psychological changes. Though, not in a "Whoa! Putin Has HUGE Balls" conspiracy theory/dioxin/polonium-210 way.
Throughout this I accepted each change with relative grace (and scads of narration)... Rarely, was I ever truly unsettled.
Except.
Except, at the point when the acute sense of smell that I had never ever had before... in my whole entire life... surfaced and then never faded.
Whereas, I used to spend my days happily traipsing around well travelled city thoroughfares (including the 30 Stockton line!) recognizing the scent of nothing in particular. Now I can detect each and every foul scent even before discovering (if ever) it's visual origin.
Prior to this could I have even accurately described rank odors? Heck no! And it was blissful.
These days, not only am I smelling things I don't care to I am even registering and recording “smell memories.” (What could be more horrible?) One, in particular, is so ungawdly... so street... so profoundly offensive that I cannot help but think,
"Fuhhhhhhhhhhck. Fuck!!! Why? Why! Why did I change that kid’s diaper? He doesn't even live here!"
I loathe you Sense of Smell.
(But please remember to save me from fire or gas leak if the situation arises.)
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