I'm wondering at what point the smells of skunk and cow manure actually became pleasant to me. Not that I go around actively sniffing those things, but if I'm driving along a country road and one of those smells actually hits my nostrils, I tend to smile and breathe it in.
Quit staring at me like that.
Maybe after several hours of working in a dairy cooler where it seems like half the milk leaks everywhere and the resulting smell taking on a rather ripe odor, or around the trash compactor, which has just the right mix of groceries, or the bottle bins full of recycled bottles and cans that still had just a little bit of booze or soda left over and have accumulated by leaking through the bins and forming permanent puddles on the floor...wait, what was I talking about again? Oh right, why I like the smell of manure. I guess those other smells are so much more concentrated and burn their way into my nervous system so that nothing else can ever ever ever be as bad as those smells, and anything else becomes pleasant by default.
Or maybe something's wrong with me.
Quit staring at me like that.
Maybe after several hours of working in a dairy cooler where it seems like half the milk leaks everywhere and the resulting smell taking on a rather ripe odor, or around the trash compactor, which has just the right mix of groceries, or the bottle bins full of recycled bottles and cans that still had just a little bit of booze or soda left over and have accumulated by leaking through the bins and forming permanent puddles on the floor...wait, what was I talking about again? Oh right, why I like the smell of manure. I guess those other smells are so much more concentrated and burn their way into my nervous system so that nothing else can ever ever ever be as bad as those smells, and anything else becomes pleasant by default.
Or maybe something's wrong with me.
Skunk