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I’m trying to figure out a skin allergy so I recently switched to all dye-free and scent-free laundry detergent and dryer sheets.
Now all my clothes smell like, well, either what fabric smells like naturally or like the inside of my dryer.
I never realized how much I’d miss the smell of “Spring Breeze”.
I ran out of shampoo this morning and had to use my five-year-old’s shampoo.
Now my head smells like bananas.
So why exactly do we want our children to smell like food? I’m amazed we don’t hear more about monkey-head-eating-attacks at the zoo.
I always hear we use 10% of our brains. Well, my 10% is full. It took 38 years, but that’s it - it’s full. Maybe that makes me an idiot. Maybe it makes me a genius. Don’t know, don’t care. If I have to think about it, then I have to push something else out of my head. Heck, the 10% rule may be bogus or modified since I last heard it. Maybe it’s really 17% or 30%. Don’t know. Don’t care. If I go look it up, then something else is going to fall out. It’s as simple as that. Heck, it HAS to be as simple as that. Remember, my brain is full.
Bad thing is, I’m like an alcoholic with a Vodka IV. Internet 24/7. 276 hour TiVo. I’m blasted with information, entertainment, and advertising every waking moment. I fall asleep with the computer on my lap or the television playing so I’m probably inundated every SLEEPING moment also. I’m not even considering human interaction overstimulating my synapses. Work. Friends. Family. Personal life.
The things I need to do and the things I’d like to do - that I’ve bookmarked, recorded, saved as text files, stacked on my desk, made word-of-mouth obligations to - have overtaken my expected lifetime. 70-some years these days? 80 with luck and good behavior? Don’t know. Don’t care to look it up.
My brain is full.