It smells like victory

I've heard that certain smells can evoke memories. Some people will wax ecstatic about the smell of fresh baked bread reminding them of their grandmother, or how coffee reminds them of waking up as a child. But what about bad smells. I often smell something bad and it doesn't evoke a memory so much as it evokes an emotion. If you have ever smelled a dead rat or mouse it never leaves you. The thought of smelling dead animals makes me a bit nauseous. I used to walk alot and at times would have to walk near a roadkill animal or other some such nastiness and it would bother me so much that I didn't enjoy walking.

People who work in smelly conditions often say they get used to the smell.
Sewage always smells bad. Porta potties always smell bad. Apartments where someone died and lay rotting for a month smell very bad. But some people get used to it. I used to work with chemicals which some people said smelled bad. I never thought of the smell as bad or good.
Certain foods can either smell bad or good depending on the person. Body odor is wierd, because I know when I smell bad, but some people do not have a clue when they stink. Bad breath is one that is hard for you to detect on yourself but plenty easy to smell on someone else.

There are some people who smell downright funky. Old men douse themselves in old fashioned after shave that smells like lighter fluid. It evokes a reaction in me. It annoys me.
Old ladies often use old fashioned perfume which is kind of stinky, but it makes me feel nice.
Intentional smells, but they evoke opposite reactions.

I wonder what smells I will expeirence in the future and how they will make me feel.
Enough of that, just remember this: If someone you like has bad breath let them know, carry mints, don't use stinky after shave.

Does this mean I have to get a Job?

I just compleated the course to get a security class "D" license. It was fun and interesting. The class was about the laws and procedures that govern all security professionals in Florida. They also tought us what it might be like to work in security. It comes down to this; It is a Job. I intend to try it out, but it seems like a job i can do well and also enjoy. Do I wanna be a cop? NO. that shit is way too dangerous. You also deal with people who are trying to break the law most of the time. Do I just want a badge and a gun? No, I have a gun, and as for badges I say,
"Badges, we don't need no stinking badges."
Ok, so what is the appeal?
I guess I like the idea of security. It feels reassuring to me that I may be able to make other people safe. Most people will never appreciate what you do. Many people will never even know how what you do effects them.
That doesn't matter to me, I just need to know what I am doing and how I can make the world a better place.
Also, it pays better than McDonalds and you don't have to ride the bus smelling like fries.



Oh, and I forgot. If you save someone's life they have to be your servent until they save your life.
So, you know, a chance for a free servent, which is nice.

I'm really just a sensitive Artist.

Yesterday I finished the first part of my training as a state licensed security officer. The class consisted of the laws that govern security, techniques, and a bit of details about procedures. I am looking foward to actually working in this feild. However, this is alot different from what I used to do. I used to be a technician in the entertainment feild. Before that I was a baker, before that I detailed cars, worked in a stock room, worked fast food, delivered cars, did construction labor, and mowed lawns. I returned recyclables and sold blood plasma for money. I have also accepted money for fixing computers, fixing cars, and selling other peoples stuff on ebay.

So, for most of my life, I have done things for money. Alot of people do. Almost everybody in fact. But I don't even think about it most of the time. I do so many more things just for fun. One of my favorite things is to create something. A clever word or phrase gives me joy. A doodad that I put together the other day made me smile all day. ( It's a dealie for mounting a camera to my Motorbike). I made a video of me riding my Motorbike.

So I make alot of things that make me happy, but will never make me money.

I'm ok with that.