Smell

It is so not fair really.  What I am about to type is by no means an endorsement, but I am just trying to call a spade a wheel barrow.  That’s not right.  I am just trying to call a spade a carrot.  Something wrong there to.  I guess I will just need to call a spade a spade till I figure it out.
I love the smell of petrol.  It is not like I linger over it or float horizontally when I smell it, but I have always loved it.  I know it is dangerous and there are people for whom it is a real problem.  The thing is, smelling it too much can destroy brain cells.  I am going on the assumption that I have some to destroy. 
I must admit I felt the same way about Lantana.  Not the cultivated stuff in nurseries and gardens, but the wild out of control pest stuff in our bush.  I know it is a problem but by golly it smells nice.  I had to get rid of some on a property I had.  I was pleasantly surprised with how shallow rooted it was.
I was reminded of smells because Merril has been using a spray paint.  She just appeared with the can in hand like she had been affected.  I reckon if a person smelled nothing but that for 35 years they would be affected.  If someone wants to do a study on that they can.  It really should be someone younger than me.  If I add 35 years to my current age there is a chance I would not be around to give my conclusions.  There is also a chance that after 25 years I would need to admit I had forgotten to do the study.  Starting again after 25 years represents a lot of time lost.
After a while I went inside and it smelled really strong of spray paint in there.  I wandered down the hall and the smell got stronger and stronger.  I determined to find where it was coming from.  I arrived at a room and it was just about overwhelming.  Merril happened to be in that room, but we never found where the smell of spray paint was coming from.  We did though conclude that opening the place up was probably a good idea.
It’s weird how often things that are bad, smell good.  The smell of a cake cooking smells really good.  In all the literature I have read it has never said “take one piece of cake before bed.”  Still, hang the literature and throw the cat another canary. 
I am big on moderation, but some things smell good enough to eat.  But the best I could hope for if I was found eating lantana, would be to be looked at strangely and given a wide birth.  People would probably get really protective of the lantana in their garden too.  It is best I do without some things.