when some stranger walks into the room i'm in, wearing the same cologne as some high school crush, ex, tolo date.... it starts to make my skin crawl. it always churns something unpleasant in the pit of my stomach... something memorable and not in a particularly favorable way. i find myself eying the stranger in disgust, or at very least in an unfavorable manner. i don't hate it, and i don't hate them, and i know the stranger has done nothing intentionally wrong. in fact, i know they could probably be decent strangers. the only unfavorable thing these people have done to my knowledge is that they have chanced to smell like someone from high school. someone who, admittedly, i can neither recall by face nor by name.
it's awful, i know.
but how can smell hold on so tightly to something inside of me? something i can't rightly picture or place?... something i have almost altogether forgotten? how does something so small capture us in almost an unconscious and private manner? it's the awkward control this something has that i really dislike: it's the things i don't understand.
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