I have the ability to block out chunks of my life. It is like my brain has a protective mechanism to make sure I can make it to the next day. It dulls and blurs the memory until it finally becomes unrecognizable.
Most days this works, unless the memory has a smell associated with it. For example, [I don't know if they even make this any more.] Shout aerosol smells like anesthesia to me and the smell makes me immediately and incredibly nauseous. This comes from 8 million ear surgeries when I was little.
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