A Careful Lack of Focus

The nose knows

So here is something I’ve only ever hinted at but never fully talked about, as a person I live through my nose. That probably sounds really weird. Okay it probably sounds more than like I have a problem but it’s neither. I like to smell things is what I pretty much mean. It’s just another way I either get comfort in a situation or nervous. No one in my family does this so I really have no idea where it comes from and more times than not I get made fun of for it but it’s just who I am.

I think it’s a big reason as to why I like to bicycle and run because out in the world there are so many different things you can pass through. Of course though not all of them are as good as others, some are down right awful. I love the smell of fresh laundry, rain and cut grass while running. Some of the places that I run aren’t always that nice so you get the nasty smell of gasoline, fast food and some I can’t even explain. I think the smell of fast food is the worse of all because it just makes me want to gag. The smell of McDonalds makes me not even want food at all. Luckily the smell of the bad doesn’t go on as long as the good smells.

I surprisingly never like to smell like anything, as going against what most guys do and commercials push. I just like to smell clean, or like whatever I am wearing if it still smells like clean laundry because some detergent smells last longer than others. Also colognes smell nasty in my opinion. In my head I think that if I purposely tried to smell like something it would mess with how everything else around me smelled and that might get a little funky to me. Think I’m crazy yet?

My favorite smell of all has to be cinnamon. I do think if I could find a girl who smelled of cinnamon I would drop everything I am doing and just be around her. I’d probably ask her to marry me. Everything that is a good smell smells like cinnamon in my opinion. Just thinking about it I get a little excited.

So now that I’ve probably went and made this blog even weirder than it was before I’ll end this rant. I worked bikes and running into it, life and girls. Smells are what either make or break things for me. Now I have to go smell something out and look for my cinnamon girl. Or do some laundry and just smell it.

So a little bit ago, I was out walking with my family and I though I could jump over a fence and well that didn’t happen. While jumping my foot caught the fence and next thing I know I was facedown on the ground laughing. I even have grass stuck in my watch from hitting the ground so hard. That’s what I get for being down today, smacked facedown in the grass. It was pretty funny.