All Fetuses Are On Welfare.
Have been awake for a long time, changed the oil filter in the van, visited Liz, six of us gathered, got Liz a loveseat, turned the word “loveseat” into slang for “bum”, ate, took everybody home…
A customer who came in today was wearing the same perfume Paige used to wear. I know the name of it, I’ll simply refrain from naming it. Keep in mind my high scent/taste association with memory. It’s hard to describe the feeling I had when that scent hit me. Not quite bittersweet. That’s the scent she used early in our relationship. A feeling of hope and freedom. Of .. love. Whatever love is. Before we started really fighting. Of beautiful physical intimacy.
I miss that, you know.
I stepped back from the front of the store to regroup. Melissa asked what was wrong and I simply told her that a customer was wearing what Paige used to wear. I shook it off and went on with my day.
I know I have a sample of that perfume somewhere. I wonder what will happen if I smell it again.
Regardless, I’m openning in the morning. Night.
I have strong scent association as well. It can be a bitch because all memories flood back in that instance, but such is life. *nod*
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I have a high scent association too. I love the smell of cK one but I can’t stand it because it brings back some really painful memories.
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Those Old Spice commercials aren’t kidding. The sense most strongly tied to memory really is smell. Even a smell that is weak enough to be below your conscious awareness threshold can pretty strongly influence the types of memories you recall. One of my advisors does studies on this and has huge grants from the perfume industry to do this research. Crazy, huh?
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I know how that feels..once I smelled my ex in the bottom of a glass of chocolate milk. Weird eh? Damn pharomones…
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RYN: Ah, but will it create an aura of compassion?
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PS: I think this is a really important point, and I’m glad you challenged me on the topic. In your note, you wrote “I am smarter than most people” followed by “knowing that I’m better”. My question is, does smarter always equal better? My father is brilliant, and I know many brilliant people, but their brilliance doesn’t necessarily make them wonderful or ‘better’ people than
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others. I value intelligence, but at this point in my life I’ve grown to value compassion, affection, tenderness– all those qualities that make humans HUMAN- more. Someone who is kind will always rank first for me, as opposed to someone who is briliant, but mean or haughty. Just fyi, if I had to choose a favorite quality in you, it wouldn’t be your intelligence. It would be your sensitivty,
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depth and wonderful heart. : ) –
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There’s a movie with Ashley Judd in it called Someone Like You and in the movie she goes to a doctor and asks if she can have the part of her body removed that associates memories with smell. Very good movie, it has Hugh Jackman in it too. It’s a chick flick though so beware but it is worth watching.
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That’s what happens, when I catch Brogan’s cologne. But it doesn’t really come from just his cologne (the name of which I sadly do not know) but also from the combination of that and his unique scent. I miss how he smells. It was so comforting. Smell is definitely a strong memory association for me as well. My psychology class said it’s the strongest link to memory…
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i hate when that happens
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RYN: K, sounds like a plan. …Just be careful, k? I’ve known a lot of people who’ve gotten lost in their arrogance, lost themselves, and their friends. There’s a big difference between self confidence and ego, is all. Esteem is a warm kind of feeling, but ego tends to be cold. Plus, it can be really hard to break the ego, once it’s built. Anyway, just take care of yourself-
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*sigh*
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