Our senses are important. Without them we’re like some slimy amoeba, swimming around for a year or two until getting eaten by some higher-up life form with eyes and a stomach. We all use our sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell everyday. But from that list our sense of smell comes in a distant last. We use our sense of smell so little we forget what a wonder it really it is.
Last week I vowed to try and smell as many things as I could. And what an enjoyable adventure it’s been. In the last few days I have smelt: bench tops, door handles, linen, floors, keyboards, wet cats, flowers, radios, vases, televisions, cell phones, other people, my biceps, cars, pens, food, plates, fish, stones and the list goes on.
It has opened my eyes (ha, ha.). It has made me appreciate the little bit of the world I inhabit. Smelling things has made me happier. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the mall to smell some escalators.
I smelled your blog.
Something about this post smells terrible. Oh wait, that’s me.