Pete thinks I’m a total weirdo with what he calls my addictions. I concede, I do have strange behaviour, and instead of shying away from them I am ebracing them, literally. I love love love smell of petrol fumes. I would wear it as perfume if I could! There is nothing better to me. I also love the smell of Dettol, oh my sack of potatoes its awesome! And enamel paint, dont get me started on that. Most chemicals actually, I’m a total slave to those fumes! I dont want to get high on the stuff, I just want to smell those fumes! Put me in a room and close the doors, I’ll be fine. Promise.
I know I’m weird, I totally get it and I don’t know why I love those particular smells, but I do. Whenever we put in petrol I get out to smell the fumes whafting in the air, and Pete calls me a fiend. I love it, what can I say?
I think it’s better to be a bit weird than totally boring, no? I mean it always gives you something to talk about at a particularly boring get together. You just sidle up to someone and calmly say “I love petrol fumes. You?” Bingo! Conversation starter! See where the fun takes you from there! Do I hear a “Hell no!!!” Oh is it just me then? Ok now I’m just having a conversation with myself. See, totally weird! It must come with the territory me thinks. Although, I have always been a bit weird. Ah, at least I’m not boring.
I have a bit of a traveling addiction, and, ah, yeah. I went to, ah, Bali this summer.