I like the smell of gasoline. And newsprint. And brand new dolls (although to be honest, I haven�t smelled a brand-new doll since I was 11, and even then, I was a bit embarrassed to be getting one, if I remember correctly). I like the way that the scent of permanent markers sort of burns the nose. I like the smell of freshly painted walls.
There, I said it.
OK, so I am well aware that all these things aren�t just bad for me, they are bad for the environment at large. I do know that I am killing brain cells every time I find myself at a gas pump (which is rare, here in NYC), taking extra-deep breaths, wondering why that scent is so insanely addictive. I know all of that.
And I am moving my life more and more toward a world of natural products and ever-greener household items (including cars that will run on water or vegetable oil and house paints made from milk). And this shift to a greener world is a very good thing, as daily, I become more aware that I have fewer and fewer brain cells that I can risk losing due to a deep inhale at the newstand�
But I still love the smell of gasoline. And some deep, dark, inner-child part of me will be tiny bit sad someday � in my brand-new, perfectly green house � that I�ll never again smell the caustic chemical plasticity of freshly painted walls.
-Heather� off to do a crossword puzzle to sharpen up my brain cells�
Posted by: Jen | July 19, 2005 at 11:41 PM