Sometimes I get hypersensitive to smells.

[snarp]

Even more so than I normally am, which is itself overly-sensitive by normal people's standards. Once when I was little, I was looking for my security blanket, and I sniffed across the floor like a dog to find it on the other side of a door. I hated letting Mom wash my blankie.

Anyway, today I tore my room apart today in search of the source of an odor no one else in my family could detect. I was convinced that there must be something dead under my bed. All I found under there was every purse I ever owned from middle school through college, except for the one I actually want back.

Why were they there? Why was the only purse I threw away my ugly woven rastafarian one? I used that purse as a pillow for so many in-class naps. I miss you, ugly purse whose cultural subtext I did not understand at time of purchase.

Anyway, the smell went away when I hauled the purses out, so apparently this was sort of a Princess and the Pea Situation, but instead of a pea I had several of dust-and-hair-caked old purses.

I am the Weird Smell Princess. Write me into Adventure Time.

I also found my comfiest bra from college, which I thought I'd forgotten in a hotel room senior year. This does not make sense. I've cleaned this room out like twelve times since college. I've moved five times, discarded or donated 98% of my clothes, and given away all of my original furniture.

The bra looks newer than it did when I last wore it. It was rolled up by itself in the biggest pocket of my college backpack. I remember giving that backpack away.

If you don't see this post, this was all a dream, and my room still stinks.

Comments

[chomiji]

I know what you mean about the smells. We've actually got a whole family like this. When we have people visiting who use scented hair care products or whatever, we're all three saying "What's that smell?" Also, when I lived in shared housing, my housemates were always waving dubious-looking past-pull-date foods under my nose and asking me whether they had gone bad.

[metaphortunate]

But what if you only dream that we commented WHAT THEN

[azurelunatic]

Perhaps I dreamed I saw this entry and commented while myself asleep. (I sometimes fall asleep in the middle of commenting from my phone in bed. I am convinced that someday this will lead to some very confusing petunias for a friend.)

[petronia]

My mom is like this. Once I was keeping a item of clothing for a friend (whom she hadn't met) and she sniffed it out through a closed closet door and the bag it was kept in.

My dad on the other hand is vastly lacking in both sense of smell and taste buds, so my sister and I sort of evened out (she is normal tending to not so sensitive, I'm normal tending to sensitive but not easily bothered).