I like the smell of skunk. That is one of the smallest problems I have. I have never looked but there is probably a support group for people who like the smell of skunk.
I wonder if people like and dislike things based upon society. People dislike skunk because society says they are bad. Even the opposite may be true, I like skunk because society says they are bad and I do not want to align with societal norms. The fact that I like skunk might have happened too young for it to be a conscious decision to reject societal norms. It was probably not too young to just be different than everyone in my family.
I have tried to recall if I made this decision just to be different and then created a reality around this or if I really do like the smell. I cannot decide. I’ll say it was around the age of eight that I liked the smell because that is the age that I claim so much happened to me. If you have an old soul, do you get to claim you are an adult at an earlier age? Or did I ever really grow up.
You know three of the last four posts (including this one) have been extremely strange even for me. I guess it is recalling old memories. Next, should I share the story of the dead lamb, santa drives granddad’s car, the time I scared my sister with a bird, or maybe the scorpion in my shoe. I could share the times I almost died. Yes, I think those are probably the best stories to tell.