“You”,… is this you?

The other evening we went to a concert, it was wonderful – except for “you”. “You” sat in front of me; I could not enjoy the artist. The opera last week was wonderful also, except for “you”, you gave me a headache, -an awful way to spend the evening while trying to enjoy a performance. During my tram ride to go shopping downtown “you” got on right behind me – my trip was ruined, I wound up sitting in the recliner chair all night trying to ease the pain… it was a very medicated, long night. The flight to Malta this trip was nice; “you” were not there. However “you” were my flight attendant on the first leg of the flight home, and “you” sat in the seat behind me on the last leg – blast! Who are “you”? “You” are the one who puts on “just a tiny squirt” of fragrance before you leave the house. Or my favorite; “I spray a bit in the air and walk through it”. In my world your tiny bit equals you filling the tub, and dive right in! Okay, I know, you think I am being over-sensitive. Let me explain, for me, that small squirt of “yours”. First it hits me just in the back of my nose, the sinus area, which quickly begins to go numb (a painful tingling sort of numb). From there it travels to the back of my eyes, which begin to throb, and I do mean THROBBB. Then there’s the puke that sits just in the top of my throat, yes it does – except of course when it decides to come up a bit further into my mouth where I have to swallow numerous times trying to keep it down, and get rid of the taste. Nasty, I know. Not really something you want to hear about. I agree. Wish I did not experience it, thus would not describe it to “you”, however I don’t have a choice in the matter – “you” do. “You” could stop reading, or even better: next time you reach for your perfume, or fragranced hairspray, or fragranced body-wash, or whatever you use that smells so pretty (yes, it does smell pretty, I know)… think of “me”. There are many of "me" out there, not just the me “me”. I write this as I sit on the airplane, on my way home from Malta. “You” are sitting behind me. “You” are also in the seat in front and across from me applying your pretty smelling perfume to your armpits… nice. *I can keep it down, I know I can, swallow-swallow* Shoot, I need to take pain meds now; thank “you”. At this very moment I could let tears roll down my cheeks, that is truly how I am feeling. Again, thank "you". Pthewey.