Memory
Thank goodness for the great complexity that is the brain.
Today I was reheating dinner from last night, all I was up today for fending for myself, and as I was doling out some of last night's pasta into a bowl, the smell of it hit me as exactly the smell of a dish my grandmother made. It wasn't remotely anything she ever made so it must have be the smells of various things when cold hitting each other. But in that moment, I stood in my kitchen with a happy memory of my grandmother. Nothing particularly of note - but it made me happy that a smell could take me to her when I wasn't thinking of her. That I was going about my day, feeling sorry for myself cause I was sick, totally focussed inwards and a random smell could throw to happily remembering her.
Today I was reheating dinner from last night, all I was up today for fending for myself, and as I was doling out some of last night's pasta into a bowl, the smell of it hit me as exactly the smell of a dish my grandmother made. It wasn't remotely anything she ever made so it must have be the smells of various things when cold hitting each other. But in that moment, I stood in my kitchen with a happy memory of my grandmother. Nothing particularly of note - but it made me happy that a smell could take me to her when I wasn't thinking of her. That I was going about my day, feeling sorry for myself cause I was sick, totally focussed inwards and a random smell could throw to happily remembering her.