I recently heard a talk from an author who had written a book on how to be happy. She said that using your sense of smell more often can make you happier. Then she proceeded to pass around little vials of perfumes that smelled like happy places. You know, like the beach or the garden.
I've been thinking about this idea. Sugar Daddy smells everything. And I mean everything.
Give him an orange- sniff then peel.
Give him a new book- sniff then read.
Give him a sharpie- sniff, sniff, sniff then write.
Give him a kid with a poopy diaper- yep. Sniff then change.
He literally smells anything you hand him. But the strange thing is that I rarely sniff anything and yet my sense of smell is way better than his. And I can't say he's a happier person than me. We are pretty much even in that department.
One thing that really interests me is what scents other people love. The Sugar Daddy loves the faint scent of skunk. No, I'm not kidding. He also likes pipe tobacco, cut grass and rubber sporting equipment.
Some of my favorite smells are freshly sharpened pencils, wet cement, tomato plant leafs, limes, baby lotion and towels from my grandmother's cupboard.
Here's what I don't like, no, not one bit: two poopy diapers, of varying crap smell, first thing each morning. The inhumanity! Also, I can't tolerate cold bath water smell, moldy laundry and seaweed on the beach.
When I think about the smells like like, they are all linked to memories. So I guess maybe this author maybe onto something. If I smell the things I like more often, then do I relive happy memories more often and thus become a happier person?
Meh. I don't know. I'm not totally buying it. But I'm going to try it anyway.
Today I'm smelling stuff.
I think I should also mention that this author of happiness also said that if you are tired during the day the only thing you have to do to regain your energy is to stand up, and hop up and down three times.
This was the point in which I quit giving any credence to what she had to say.
Hop up and down. Please. I need a big hit of caffeine, a bite of chocolate and a babysitter.
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