Sometimes certain aromas sort of permeate into my studio flat which are clearly package deals, entering together.
They’re often really strange combinations, like the smell of perfume mixed with candy and moth-ridden teddy bears.
I don’t really know what’s happening there, but I’m pretty sure I’m smelling sadness.
Since the outbreak of “super heroes” across the nations, there has been one question nagging the world’s mind—a question left unanswered. What caused this phenomenon? It’s not like these anamolies have gone unnoticed; in the beginning the news stations were going wild with stories. A floating girl, the boy who claimed he could go back in time in 3 second intervals every twenty minutes. Why has the world completely lost interest? Is it the influx of people claiming to have these powers? Sure they’re mostly inconsequential, but they’re still here. A girl can still float in mid-air. Is that not astounding anymore because it’s become too mainstream?
As an entire race of persons, we should be more concerned about the issue at hand. Much, much more concerned. But why aren’t we? Every time I consider this, every time the nagging worry creeps into my thoughts, I dismiss it. Is this another result? Why doesn’t anyone care?
Editorials focus on the writer’s personal opinion. But I fear this may be a fact. We are not worried about the cause or effects brought about by this new phenomenon. We very well should be.
Sorry about not being around.
Are you supposed to apologize for lack of blogging?
I was out job hunting.
I didn’t get a job, for the record.
I don’t really have any other commentary past that.
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That sounds incredibly… unfortunate.
It’s not the best power, no.
But I’m starting to get used to it. Incredibly strong smells knock me off-balance, but sometimes it’s useful?
I think I could be a detective or something. Smell the blood off the murderer’s hands sorta deal…
It was actually a building like twenty blocks away.
Babies smell miserable.
It doesn’t matter how much doting parents wash them, and I think baby powder has a pleasant smell in moderation, you cannot wash the stench of dirty diapers off them.
This has not helped my social life because I tend to make twisted faces of disgust when meeting an adorable child.
I can blog. I’m very good at blogging.
I don’t really have .gif files of me dancing about or anything. Should I record some?