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He Who Smelt It, Dealt It
What movie is it where mentally disturbed people are able to see and hear angels? Anyway, I only ask such a surreal question because of what happened tonight to me and my friend while visiting a Greek Orthodox Church during their yearly festival.
At first everything was great, we ate good food and the night was nice and cool. The band was folking it up and dancers were onstage doing their thing to the sounds of the ubiquitous "opah!". All around there was merriment.
I've never actually been in a Greek Orthodox Church, and this one was open to the public, so my friend and I popped in for a look-see. I loved it: the incense, the ikons, the choir screen...it was gorgeous.
However.
While admiring the artwork, we were approached by a man who at first glance looked innocuous enough. He was in his early 60's, dressed like a tourist in shorts and a baseball hat (should have been a red flag right there, what kind of a man wears a hat in a church?) and was accompanied by a younger man in his thirties. He asked us if we had ever been in a Greek Orthodox Church before and I thought that our hushed conversation would be about the differences between the Greek and the Roman Catholic churches, etc. Not so. This guy started talking about pheromones and why there's sibling rivalry (pheromones) and why there's incest (pheromones) at which point I wished him a good evening and I got the fuck out of there. I left my friend on her own but luckily she took my cue to leave the weirdo as well. What a creep!
Anyway, the truly eerie element to this bizarre conversation is that a week ago my friend and I bought oil perfumes with pheromones (no!) that we've been wearing all week as kind of a social experiment. Personally, I was just hoping to observe any effect they'd have on my boyfriend or the guys at work and then just be done with the chemicals because I think that they smell a little odd and I'm not really a perfume person, but now I really don't want to touch them again because they only seem to work on cretins and/or mentally disturbed people. Which brings me back to this movie that I can't recall...
In a weird and obvious way, y'know, since we were in a church and all when it took place, this could be a sign to leave well enough the fuck alone with these chemicals and just get on with what we're given? I dunno. All I know is nothing good at all has come of it, so put it down to Pandora's Box or curious cats, but I'm done with those things.
I might have gotten a pair of free movie passes for my trouble though, a guy at work gave them to me for no discernible reason...pheromones? Beware!
sleepyAt first everything was great, we ate good food and the night was nice and cool. The band was folking it up and dancers were onstage doing their thing to the sounds of the ubiquitous "opah!". All around there was merriment.
I've never actually been in a Greek Orthodox Church, and this one was open to the public, so my friend and I popped in for a look-see. I loved it: the incense, the ikons, the choir screen...it was gorgeous.
However.
While admiring the artwork, we were approached by a man who at first glance looked innocuous enough. He was in his early 60's, dressed like a tourist in shorts and a baseball hat (should have been a red flag right there, what kind of a man wears a hat in a church?) and was accompanied by a younger man in his thirties. He asked us if we had ever been in a Greek Orthodox Church before and I thought that our hushed conversation would be about the differences between the Greek and the Roman Catholic churches, etc. Not so. This guy started talking about pheromones and why there's sibling rivalry (pheromones) and why there's incest (pheromones) at which point I wished him a good evening and I got the fuck out of there. I left my friend on her own but luckily she took my cue to leave the weirdo as well. What a creep!
Anyway, the truly eerie element to this bizarre conversation is that a week ago my friend and I bought oil perfumes with pheromones (no!) that we've been wearing all week as kind of a social experiment. Personally, I was just hoping to observe any effect they'd have on my boyfriend or the guys at work and then just be done with the chemicals because I think that they smell a little odd and I'm not really a perfume person, but now I really don't want to touch them again because they only seem to work on cretins and/or mentally disturbed people. Which brings me back to this movie that I can't recall...
In a weird and obvious way, y'know, since we were in a church and all when it took place, this could be a sign to leave well enough the fuck alone with these chemicals and just get on with what we're given? I dunno. All I know is nothing good at all has come of it, so put it down to Pandora's Box or curious cats, but I'm done with those things.
I might have gotten a pair of free movie passes for my trouble though, a guy at work gave them to me for no discernible reason...pheromones? Beware!
A friend of mine thinks that we're going to end up like Grenouille at the end of Perfume, but I hope not!
Glad I didn't- I attract strange people without the need for fancy pheromone perfume!