Category : Life
Blog 11
Yuck! What's That Smell Quasimodo?
As I sit in my 'Office Space' cubicle, I'm wondering what that atrocious smell is! 🤢 Maybe it's just me, not me stinking, maybe I'm just more sensitive to smells at certain times of the month (you know what I mean). I'm turning over papers, books and various things haphazardly sprawled over my desk but I can't find it. I even stick my head in my garbage pail to see if I can identify the culprit...🗑️...nothing. So, I continue to work. 🖥️⌨️ Typing and typing and thinking and typing and then... the odor comes ever-so-gently wafting under my nose again. 🤢 I ask my colleague, "Do you smell anything?" she indicates that she doesn't. Fortunately, she gets up from her desk for a minute, so I steal my chance to give a quick, inconspicuous sniff under my arms and...um...elsewhere. 😬 Though I'm relieved to confirm it isn't me, I'm still assaulted by this stench! It's almost like someone's playing a cruel joke on me. Like someone has a hidden camera on me, recording my expressions as I try hopelessly to find the well-hidden turd 💩 placed behind my 'unmovable' filing cabinet. 🗄️ I stop working again to see if I can, once and for all, relieve myself of this all-and-out assault on my senses (well, my nose). I finally check my backpack and discover it's my lunch! 🤦🏽♀️ My delicious lunch of steak and broccoli pasta (the broccoli was the culprit in that fart-like smell I couldn't detect🥦). To make matters worse, I also had a banana in my lunch bag, so I was smelling bananas, farts and red meat...not at all a pleasant mixture. Why am I going on about that smell? Well, for one, I spent a greater part of this morning trying to find it and feel like a total idiot because it was sitting right next to me that whole time. But I'm also wondering why people that have body/ breath odors don't ever smell them. 👃🏾 I'm wondering how a person can go out or to work and never notice how repulsive they smell to others. Fortunately, my regular group of colleagues and friends do not have this issue but I've definitely come in contact with some people that should've known better. I've deduced that those people probably don't realize their offensive odor because they're used to it. 🤔 They smell that horrible smell everyday, so it's become a part of them. And in that vein, I'm wondering about something else that is VERY personal to me. What if those times I think I'm really looking cute, those times I spent hours in the mirror getting my hair and make-up just right, I'm WRONG? What if I just think I look cute but I really look like a deformed monkey? What if people like me because of my personality ONLY!? What if my mirrors are warped (like in a fun house) or magical and only show me what I want to see? You see where I'm going, right? I see myself everyday, so I might actually be 'desensitized' to my horrible and grotesque appearance. How would/ could I really know how I look to others? I'm completely use to the way I look, just like those stinky people are use to the way they smell. Oh my gosh, I could be the black Quasimodo but no one wants to tell me because they don't want to hurt my feelings. 🥺 After all, why would any decent person want to bruise/ crush my self esteem? 😔 They're thinking 'no reason to spend all that good money on a therapist'. 💸 Maybe behind my back they're saying," Oh, what's it gonna hurt? She feels good about herself, let's just let her believe she looks normal ." Man, that's something to think about isn't it? The idea of it all is horrifying and humbling at the same time. So, I'll end my ramblings with this...if I really look like the lovechild of Quasimodo and the Elephant Man, don't ever tell me! Just let me go on believing my world is great. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
Posted : 2006-08-17 01:02:00 PM Created : 2006-08-17 02:11:00 PM Visible to : Public
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