Phew.... that's smelly!

It's still summer here, not as in London. They didn't have much of a summer anyway poor Brits. We did, have, will probably still have for some more time. But why do we also have to have smelly people around too? I am a pretty girl/woman but I'm not of the small kind. The vast intelligence God has bestowed on me would never fit into a small girl. So I am of the voluptuous type. It was either that or getting a normal IQ to fit into a small body. God chose the wiser of the options. And that's OK, but I get stares. In my days we were taught not to stare however diverse a person was. That's history now, kids take a good look, people do, whatever. With an intellect the size of a pea, I cannot really blame them, I cannot ever be on their small wavelength, so I am content. But heyyyyyy we do not have just eyes to see, we have noses to smell. And though mine is cute and tiny it does the job as well as any other nose which is so big that it is always checking their owner's bra. And although small it can detect smelly people from a mile away. when will it dawn on people that water is not their just to drink but also to wash, have a shower. And anti-perspirants were not invented to sit prettily at perfumery stores but to be used as underarm protection. A little while back I have had to smell people who reeked of bad bad bad body odour. It really used to go to my head and make me cranky. Shame on them, in 2008.There was this one Mr. S in particular and boy did he smell. Summer or winter, the stagnant smell of leeks, onions and garlic; that was how he smelt. And he was so sassy as to tell tales of women he pulled... yes smelling like that. And while the stories were probably true, also true was the fact that he hit on women with trouble in their nasal cavities. They would drive Mater Dei's E.N.T. Department crazy. It had to be like that. Nobody, even if you haven;'t got laid in months, would actually make out with someone smelling like that except if they had a stubbornly blocked nose.

And in this intolerant world where big seems out, shouldn't smelly be totally out too? Or is that OK, as long as what meets the eye is OK, then it's OK. Well I have a nose too, one which functions and which has a right to declare unwashed bodies to hell. Olfactory system, here we come!

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I write and write and write here. And it is therapy. That is something a shrink would love to hate, but I am not a shrink and I love to love. I know people read my blog, but please please please would you mind acknowledging your reading by leaving a comment here and there even if it is just your signature. I have gone down the blogging memory lane today, and this is the 179th. blog I have written. It seems a lot! And there have been periods where I didn't blog for weeks, most times feeling too sad or too euphoric to actually write. There is always a reason for everything. And the reason I don't write is always emotional, but not always bad.

But down blogger's memory lane, people used to leave comments. And I'm a spoilt brat and I will holler and stamp my feet for something I want. So.... I WANT SOME COMMENTS. THANK YOU.

A.M.

Traumurei

I am not sleeping well and instead, dreaming well. Dreaming well as in the meaning of dreaming a lot, but they are not necessarily pleasant dreams I am having. Sleeping is becoming a traumatic experience because I never know which world I am going to end up in during my sleep. So I remembered dear old Schumann, himself not a very mentally stable person, but one who could write beautiful romantic music. And one who actually wrote music in honour of dreaming, which he called, in his native German tongue, "Traumurei". "Traumurei" is one healthy to listen to piece of music, it's calm, and makes your mind wander off to pleasant things. But I figured since Dreaming meant Traumueri, my German being completely lacking, what would a dream as in a noun be in German? So I looked it up and just as I was expecting, there it was, the word is TRAUM. Perfect. So dreaming should actually be traumatic, the Germans must really have a way with words because that is exactly what each night is becoming; a traumatic experience which thankfully solves itself by night breaking into day.

Why do I dream, and why do I have to dream every single night? Well, what I know is that my brain receives stimuli from many different sources all day long, stimuli which are probably way too many for it to process. The mind prioritizes the stimuli and makes me aware of those that need immediate attention. The others are put on some subconscious level in my same 35 year old brain. Then I am an emotive person, so then there is a whole lot of emotions which the same brain acts on or represses. Example, when someone gets on my nerves for being really foolish and I want to kick his behind but I don't. Add to this the daily tasks I take for granted, That's a whole lot of work for my brain to do daily. It's a pretty neat system, if it weren't for my poor brain probably needing some time out.... hence the dreaming. Or at least that is what a normal brain does, hopefully one which is 35 years old too. So it must be that when I sleep, my physique also sleeps but my brain remains active. And the brain then, after a hard day's work goes off to play.

I really hope it is what's happening.