tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246675223518182656.post8633892263774177857..comments2023-09-15T09:49:56.608-04:00Comments on Climaxed: SynesthesiaJenniy Frenchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04902332589392779881noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246675223518182656.post-50493538074566397652014-07-04T23:40:35.892-04:002014-07-04T23:40:35.892-04:00If I have the opportunity in future sunday confess...If I have the opportunity in future sunday confessions, I'm going to try to do more of them. They're pretty damn interesting. Sometimes to spark interesting debates I send them to my pen pals in letters. it can get pretty crazy going back and forth in letters about them. Jenniy Frenchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04902332589392779881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246675223518182656.post-48928647882913793692014-06-29T20:45:51.233-04:002014-06-29T20:45:51.233-04:00Dammit.
I told you this was hard. No way I could...Dammit. <br /><br />I told you this was hard. No way I could give up smelling an old book.<br /><br />Then I'll have to go with my first hunch and say tastes.<br /><br />This game would be a ton of fun and can get pretty intense and nitty gritty.http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/https://www.blogger.com/profile/13009219818894631938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246675223518182656.post-65088188865210832852014-06-29T19:53:51.814-04:002014-06-29T19:53:51.814-04:00jenn! what about the smells of old books???????? jenn! what about the smells of old books???????? Jenniy Frenchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04902332589392779881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246675223518182656.post-78325201612657210552014-06-29T16:11:46.409-04:002014-06-29T16:11:46.409-04:00Why must you force us to think and figure out what...Why must you force us to think and figure out what we hold dear the most? What kind of person are you?<br /><br />A cruel and clever one ;-)<br /><br />This one is so hard for me to pick. I'd love to side with you and say taste would be the one I would nix. It would be great to not be so in love with my meals and taste of something delicate yet full of layered flavors. How would I taste the dishes I would prepare for my loved ones?<br /><br />I guess I could give it up, if in turn I could feel the waves of satisfaction and comfort they felt when eating the love I was making for them in food form.<br /><br />Sight and hearing, not a possibility for me to willingly give up. I have a hard enough time without my glasses and love listening to the music of life of busy streets, clamoring crowds, the sweet sounds of nature and of course, my Janis and Frank Sinatra. They just make my life better.<br /><br />So...it's either smells or touch. Smelling affects your taste so without it half the enticement of the food is gone. But then again no more icky smells to contend with. <br /><br />Touch? I crave it, love it. I hug so many people and love it. I cannot imagine not feeling a hug from a friend, a sweet nuzzle from my pup or a long embrace with my husband. No way.<br /><br />So. Smells it is. But in exchange for losing the smells I would like some emotional compensation when something beautifully flavorful is in the air. <br /><br />A burst of joy when the first flowers bloom in spring, a bout of childhood nostalgia when Christmas cookies are.pulled out of the oven, a sense of renewal when the grass is freshly mowed...that is what I'd settle for. I think at least.http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/https://www.blogger.com/profile/13009219818894631938noreply@blogger.com