It Reaked of Cigaretts... and I loved it.
Did you know that of the five senses, the sense of smell is the one most powerfully tied to memory?
That's why you can catch a whiff of something just once, and it can take you back to another time and place. It's cause the membranes in the nose have a direct nerve connection to the lymbic system.
That's why I love second hand cigarett smoke so much. So many of the people I admired and worked with at Sam Bass Theatre, like Lynn, Mary Ellen, Joni, and Charlie, among others, smoked like chimneys. For literally years, I would hang out with them while they talked and smoked.
Sam Bass is basically my home away from home. I have more good memories in that place than I could ever count And more than just memories, Sam Bass is the first place in my life where I felt I really belonged. Like, in eigth grade, when I was constantly being made fun of, and I grew to hate myself, the theatre was my refuge to escape all the taunting and mockery. It was a place where people liked me, where people wanted me around.
Sam Bass is probably the happiest place in the world to me, and I am profoundly emotionally attatched to it.
And every time I smell cigarett smoke, its kind of like, that strong sense of home, the sense of belonging, comes rushing into me.
I'm taken back to a time where the adults chatted about the show, or movies, or thier past, or whatever else was the topic of the day, and they would let me in on their conversations. I catch a whiff of tobacco in the air, and I remember times where I developed bonds of friendship, simply through silently goofing around backstage. Where the cast would let me be in the center of the circle of hands before show, because it was just known that that was my place, and the director would bring me a Dr. Pepper each night, because she knew my mom never bought them for me.
Haha, an unhealthy affinity, I realize. But a powerful one nonetheless.
Nostalgic,
Brandissimo
That's why you can catch a whiff of something just once, and it can take you back to another time and place. It's cause the membranes in the nose have a direct nerve connection to the lymbic system.
That's why I love second hand cigarett smoke so much. So many of the people I admired and worked with at Sam Bass Theatre, like Lynn, Mary Ellen, Joni, and Charlie, among others, smoked like chimneys. For literally years, I would hang out with them while they talked and smoked.
Sam Bass is basically my home away from home. I have more good memories in that place than I could ever count And more than just memories, Sam Bass is the first place in my life where I felt I really belonged. Like, in eigth grade, when I was constantly being made fun of, and I grew to hate myself, the theatre was my refuge to escape all the taunting and mockery. It was a place where people liked me, where people wanted me around.
Sam Bass is probably the happiest place in the world to me, and I am profoundly emotionally attatched to it.
And every time I smell cigarett smoke, its kind of like, that strong sense of home, the sense of belonging, comes rushing into me.
I'm taken back to a time where the adults chatted about the show, or movies, or thier past, or whatever else was the topic of the day, and they would let me in on their conversations. I catch a whiff of tobacco in the air, and I remember times where I developed bonds of friendship, simply through silently goofing around backstage. Where the cast would let me be in the center of the circle of hands before show, because it was just known that that was my place, and the director would bring me a Dr. Pepper each night, because she knew my mom never bought them for me.
Haha, an unhealthy affinity, I realize. But a powerful one nonetheless.
Nostalgic,
Brandissimo