cheebacheeba
09-21-2015, 04:08 AM
But, I'm not sure how many people talk about it, realise it's happening or consider it worthy of further thought or discussion.
This happened to me again, recently...I'm not even sure how to describe it properly.
I was walking in my hallway, and I smelled something.
Evidently, a ghost smell.
It smelled like nothing in particular, but it was kind of out of place.
I smelled it as I was walking through that hallway for a total of about one second, and towards the end of that I had just come to the realisation that what I was smelling was my grandmothers house.
Not within the last few years I saw or went to the place when she'd moved on, but circa 1988-1992.
Peoples houses have a certain smell, and I smelled that exact smell.
I wasn't thinking about the past, or anything.
I don't believe that I actually smelled the smell at all - it was like I thought the smell.
I went back into the hallway.
Nothing.
Hallway smell.
Though the strength of that tiny moment, was enough to almost time travel my brain - and now, I can't remember the smell, or even think about what it was, what it was like. I can visualise the place, but there's no smell with it.
Now, this happens infrequently to me, but there's a closely related phenomena.
Simply, when I *actually* smell a smell that strongly reminds me of something or a place/time in the same way. Family recipe, someones dirty laundry.
Most often it happens in a completely unfamiliar place.
In these cases you've got some time to ponder and reminisce.
^^
This is kind of the more common, less unsettling version of "that other thing" that I mentioned first.
As for the ghost smell/s
I kind of like it, and mourn that this thing goes by so fast.
For the same reason, it intrigues me and infuriates me akin to déjà vu
Maybe this is my madness. Maybe I have some kind of brain damage.
I don't understand how, or why this happens.
I haven't spoken about it - but when it just happened again, I started to wonder if this has happened to anyone else.
It kind of leaves me feeling a little forlorn, maybe that's too strong a word for something I do in a way enjoy...maybe just...a bit empty or something.
Melancholy.
Anyone want to weigh in here?
This happened to me again, recently...I'm not even sure how to describe it properly.
I was walking in my hallway, and I smelled something.
Evidently, a ghost smell.
It smelled like nothing in particular, but it was kind of out of place.
I smelled it as I was walking through that hallway for a total of about one second, and towards the end of that I had just come to the realisation that what I was smelling was my grandmothers house.
Not within the last few years I saw or went to the place when she'd moved on, but circa 1988-1992.
Peoples houses have a certain smell, and I smelled that exact smell.
I wasn't thinking about the past, or anything.
I don't believe that I actually smelled the smell at all - it was like I thought the smell.
I went back into the hallway.
Nothing.
Hallway smell.
Though the strength of that tiny moment, was enough to almost time travel my brain - and now, I can't remember the smell, or even think about what it was, what it was like. I can visualise the place, but there's no smell with it.
Now, this happens infrequently to me, but there's a closely related phenomena.
Simply, when I *actually* smell a smell that strongly reminds me of something or a place/time in the same way. Family recipe, someones dirty laundry.
Most often it happens in a completely unfamiliar place.
In these cases you've got some time to ponder and reminisce.
^^
This is kind of the more common, less unsettling version of "that other thing" that I mentioned first.
As for the ghost smell/s
I kind of like it, and mourn that this thing goes by so fast.
For the same reason, it intrigues me and infuriates me akin to déjà vu
Maybe this is my madness. Maybe I have some kind of brain damage.
I don't understand how, or why this happens.
I haven't spoken about it - but when it just happened again, I started to wonder if this has happened to anyone else.
It kind of leaves me feeling a little forlorn, maybe that's too strong a word for something I do in a way enjoy...maybe just...a bit empty or something.
Melancholy.
Anyone want to weigh in here?