Concept: it is the year 2018 and you are no longer depressed. Your skin is clear and you are full of life and love. You’ve found your purpose on Earth.
one thing that sucks about not having a sense of smell is that I would love to pick out smells for my place
like, I wish it could be like choosing colors or furniture or pillows or pretty plates and mugs and things, another decorative neat little quality I can play with and experiment with
but anosmia means that the best I can hope for is that my apartment smells clean. bluh!
suggestion: buy very different-colored scented candles, like orange pumpkin, red cinnamon, green pine, blue ocean buttfuck, etc, then put them on your table with a lighter and a sign that says ‘pick your sniff’. guests at your place can then customize their own smellscape.
hardmode: peel the lables off. if you don’t know what scent is happening, no one else gets to either.
I have a vaguely working sense of smell, but still – I am so doing this.
starry-eyed 