Smellories

The combination of Smells and Memories.
I dunno where this post will lead me to, I'm very tired and ready to pass out but whatever.

Earlier today, at around 7 in the morning, I followed through a routine of sorts. Go to the toilet, be pestered by the cat who wants out, go downstairs and let cat out, get food.
As I went downstairs into the kitchen, a peculiar smell hit my nostrils, which IMMEDIATELY took me back in time to 2001, when I was addicted to GTA 3.
If I was to describe the smell, I would say it was like a very faint smell of cinnamon, with a miscellaneous spice added in. It's a very subtle smell, however upon ingestion, all of the good memories of the fun times I had with the game came flooding back. It's almost humbling to think that it was 10 years ago.. Time flies really damn fast.

I had another event shortly after, as I was about to walk up the stairs. This time though, while I couldn't put any relative smell to it, I could certainly add a location. I was at a very large hotel place for a holiday on the coast, April '98/'99. I had fun while I was there, and the smell I had experienced there was ingrained in my memory.

I don't have many others, but when I experience the next one, I'll probably note it down, including its' origin.

Trains, and the people you meet on them.

While on a recent trip to London (Wednesday 28th Septermber 2011) to see Lee Evans at the o2 arena, I kept catching myself looking at people, attempting to psycho-analyse them, try to understand what kind of person they might be, and if they were even worth befriending.

This, in hindsight, is a bit silly, but it did lead me to an interesting thought.
If you're like me and seldom make trips by train (to anywhere, not just london), then consider this. The people you see on the train now, you may never see them again in your entire life time.
I let this thought ring out through my head repeatedly on the train journey home, and it was geniunely saddening. Maybe I overthink things, but sometimes I feel I could have made a friend there, but it's all a bit silly to be honest.

There's some cases where having a "momentary friend" is a good thing.
Example.
When I was in the arena for the show, the two people next to me were very nice individuals and we got along quite well. I only got one of their names - a girl who lives in London, goes by the name of Emma. That's as far as I took it, because it just felt right, almost magical, to know I may never see them again, and I was okay with it, because the moments I shared with that person, you couldn't replicate it, and that's all my mind would want.

That's all I have to say.