Don't Make Me Ring the Bell

You know how there are certain smells that you can smell, and they take you back to a specific time and place in your life, and you feel all those emotions again? Same thing with sounds. Have you ever heard your old ringtone for your cellphone and remembered exactly what was going on in your life when you had it?

I got a little Cinnaberry tree freshener for my car the other day. You know, because my car smelled like feet. Or possibly a dead animal that had crawled up under my seat and died. And the moment I freed it from it's little package and I caught a wiff of that scent, it took me back to a certain time in my life, when certain people were in my life. I always liked that air freshener. But now it reminds me of the people that were in my life then that are no longer. Not because they died or anything. But because I can't get them to answer a freaking email, not to mention call me. Also because they think they are too busy to keep in touch. Which I have to say is just a slightly politer way of telling a person that on your list of priorities, they don't rate.

But never you fear. I will create new memories with my Cinnaberry car freshener. But only people who answer emails are allowed in my car. Because I can only recreate the Cinnaberry feeling so many times. Don't make me ring the bell.