Thoughts come, thoughts go.. Today wasn’t any different. While rubbing my cat’s back to the tune of Be sexy with a blocked nose, I suddenly started wandering into a world of wondering… Wondering about the implications of having a blocked nose in certain moments of daily doings.
Blocked noses not only isolate you from the world of taste but also from the world of smell. True that it denies you the fragrances of life but it also guards you from odious smells. Encapsulated by a sense of satisfaction, lazy people or bored people often release toxic fumes around other people. These wily creatures often go uncaught but you could probably recognize the offender through a mixed glint in their eye (A glint of both fear & victory).
A blocked nose gracefully saves you from any offending aerial attacks and if need be, lets you attack; since a blocked nose leaves you oblivious about the nature of your release, if it smells.. Let your neighbors figure it out, people never grow up so even if the pink elephant in the room was a giant pink fart, no one is going to admit to having smelt it first lest they are accused of letting it out. So kick back and enjoy.
The obvious disadvantage to a blocked nose is that you no longer can dispose off bio hazards in a loo without wondering if the chamber is now a death trap. The picture of people melting away due to the gassy remains though comforting isn’t really an ideal way of letting yourself be known, especially in an office setting where a loo is shared between people, you cannot sneak attack your loo with last night’s meal without wondering about the smelly aftermath. That disturbing thought has often left me rushing my way back home to the safety of my personal throne and I am sure many others have had that happen.
A pet theory I have is that people release more gas when they know their companion is nasally impaired, I hope to someday prove this theory right, watch the glint in their eye get maniacal by the fart until overconfidence overcomes them and they let out a loud one instead of a silent stinker. Then I would inform that unfortunate chap that he/she’s been caught and that I am merely nasally impaired not aurally.
Yep, just another Sunday with my brain.