I've come to the conclusion that I kind of miss having a dulled sense of smell. The world around me just reeks, especially smokers. I can't believe I used to smell like that.
Heh, so true. Even more so, depending on the situation, I think of all the different things I have done in the past to mask or (think I'm) hiding the fact that I had just had a cigarette. I get a chuckle out of it thinking I was fooling anyone.
My better half still smokes occasionally. We were both indoor/outdoor smokers. She only smokes outside now. But if I'm in the livingroom and she smokes outside the front door and several feet beyond the door, and I'm inside a good 25 feet from the door, I will smell it as if she's right next to me. I don't mind the smell of smoke, but yes, I certainly smell the aura of smoke surrounding any smoker coming back inside from a cigarette now and with a group can discern the different flavors each of them smoke.
It doesn't phase me and occasionally I enjoy the smell as it's something I knew so well, yet now it's almost like smelling a new flavor for better for worse.
But the biggest thing is the bad smells and not just the pungent ones. I certainly now smell much more, whether it be people, or gas or exhaust while on the road, or anything in between.
But it's the more subtle ones that are interesting and that provide me with a bit of jest. When I come home from work and come inside it's as if I can smell one of multiple subtle smells that previously didn't exist or were under the radar. In the car with the window open or sitting at a red light is no different.
I picture myself from the outside looking like a dog or a cat in their day-to-day life, head and nose dodging left and right and asking my better half "What's that smell?", "Do you smell that?", "Is someone running a wood stove two counties away?", "Lassie, what are you trying to say? Did Billy fall in a well?"
And then I remember that though it may be more noticeable right now and that eventually I will to an extent partially mute out these senses psychologically, that this is how I once was, and this is how the majority of the world functions. Occasionally I get an internal giggle at some of my reactions. Most of the time I quickly wonder how I let myself be this way for so long, even knowing the answer and understanding hindsight.
A double-edged sword is the fact that I quit in the dead of winter (even though it's not really "winter" this year). I don't get the instant gratification of the smells of spring, but I know that much of myself will have changed by the time spring comes along and I look forward to it ten times more than I ever have.
Probably the most frightening thing though once you can smell again, and look back, isn't simply the fact of realizing how much you must have smelled like smoke in the past. It's thinking about the times that you very well might have just not smelled right in general and didn't realize the extent.
Again, I'm still vaping, and it too carries smells. I'm still putting something through my mouth, and nose, and lungs. Though things feel like a revelation, who knows, maybe someday I'll be posting in a different forum if I ever quit vaping about yet another revelation of only breathing oxygen.
If that ever happens, I will surely change my handle to TheSnozzberriesTasteLikeSnozzberries!