I can smell everything. lol. Yeah, you heard that right. My nose, it’s like a dog’s, maybe even better. I ain’t kiddin’ ya.
Some folks say I’m weird, say it ain’t normal. But I tell ya, it’s real. I can smell things others can’t. Like, if you’re gettin’ sick, I know it before you do. I’ll tell ya, “Hey, you lookin’ a bit pale,” and then, bam, a few days later, you’re snifflin’ and coughin’. It’s always like that.
- I can smell when someone’s lyin’. Don’t ask me how, it’s just a whiff, somethin’ ain’t right.
- I can smell what you ate for breakfast, even if it’s lunchtime. Eggs and bacon? I know it. Yesterday’s garlic bread? Yep, I smell that too.
- And don’t even get me started on places. I can walk into a room and tell you if someone’s been smokin’ in there, even if they did it hours ago. Or if there’s been a cat, even if the cat’s long gone.
Some folks online, they talk about this kinda thing. They call it “hyperosmia,” somethin’ like that. Big words for somethin’ simple, really. It just means your smeller’s workin’ overtime, that’s all. They say some folks get it when they’re pregnant, but that ain’t my story, no sirree. I’ve always been like this, ever since I was a little tyke. I remember smellin’ the rain before it even started, smellin’ the flowers from way down the road.
Now, this ain’t always a good thing, mind you. Sometimes, the smells are just too much. Like, walkin’ past the garbage cans on a hot day? Phew! Makes me wanna hold my breath till I turn blue. Or goin’ to the store and smellin’ all those perfumes and cleaners, it’s enough to give ya a headache. And don’t even get me started on folks who don’t bathe regular. Let’s just say I keep my distance.
But it can be useful too. Like, I can tell if the milk’s gone bad before I even open the carton. Saves me from a sour stomach, that’s for sure. And if somethin’s burnin’ on the stove, I know right away. No burnt dinners in my house, no sir. And like I said, I can tell if someone’s lyin’, which comes in handy sometimes, ya know?
Folks on the internet, they talk about characters in games, like that “League of Legends” thing, who can smell everything. I don’t know nothin’ about that, never played those games. But it makes me think, maybe it ain’t so strange after all. Maybe there’s others out there like me, folks who can smell the world in a different way.
Sometimes I feel like I can track people down just by their smell, like a bloodhound. If I knew what they smelled like, I reckon I could follow them anywhere. It’s like each person has their own special scent, a mix of soap, food, and just… them. It’s hard to explain. But it’s real to me.
And sickness, that’s a big one. I can smell sickness comin’ off someone like heat from a fire. There’s a certain sourness, a bitterness to it. And it ain’t the same for every sickness neither. A cold smells different from the flu, and somethin’ more serious, well, that has a whole different smell altogether. It’s kinda scary sometimes, knowin’ somethin’s wrong with someone before they even do.
I ain’t sure why I’m like this. Maybe it’s just the way I’m made. Maybe it’s a gift, maybe it’s a curse. But it’s part of me, and I’ve learned to live with it. And hey, at least I always know if the food’s fresh, right? That’s gotta count for somethin’.
So, yeah, I can smell everything. It’s my life, and I wouldn’t trade it, even if it sometimes makes me wanna plug my nose and run for the hills. It’s who I am, plain and simple.
And if you think that’s strange, well, you just ain’t smelled the world the way I have.
