Smells funny to me. When MYH comes in from work, I can smell the outside air on him, and it smells weird. Hard to describe, kind of like…wet trees. But trees wet with water from a pond, a sludgy millpond. Not a whiff of ocean (of course). Just weird dead moist weeds smell.
Um. Can you tell I haven’t been getting out much? Not yet sure if it’s good or bad, the level of solitude I’ve allowed to extend through this winter break from school. There always seems to be a point when my alone-ness creeps toward self-indulgence, and then making the effort to see people, even people I really like, becomes a disturbance. I have human contact inertia: if I’m alone, it’s easiest to stay alone. Is that bad?
Filed under: Things About Me | Tagged: smell, solitude
