Roasted or fried chicken. Something about the strong smell just whips my brain into anger and disgust. I can’t think, talk or smile once I smell it. Especially in a enclosed space.

When I was in middle school a friend of mine used to dress up and call herself a gypsy. Due to where we live, we didn’t know that word was tied to a real life culture. We thought it meant fantasy-like hippies.

Years later I found out the actual meaning behind it and freaked out. Sadly I wasn’t still in contact with her by that time, or I would’ve told her. Though her parents would’ve complained about it…