Why I Strangely Loved My Experience in Basements

Why I Strangely Loved My Experience in Basements

I have always wonderered many things. One sure thing is what my recent past life was and where I must have lived. Why should I wonder? I do have questions for unexplainable feelings. I have always been fascinated with exotic creatures, the moon, stars, drawing eyes with the eyebrow (and now my own), the ocean, and besides the rest of natures elements, the most unlikely but the "Experience in Basements!"

Yes I said it! Now, I am trying not to be embarassed here by sharing with you what I just admitted. It's not just anyone's basement. I've only sensed it in really large restaurant basements. I am not so particular on what the basement stores, but I am attracted to the cool feeling and humid air. To top it off I am quite addicted to the lingering slightest tinge of mildew in the air. (The only other time I take deep breaths purposely is when I smell coffee beans.) The mildew smell creates this nostalgic feeling of an area of great water reminence.

It must be, it maybe a hamam? What is a hamam you ask? It's a Turkish Bath. I've never been to Turkey in this life time or in a recreated "hamam" in America at the slightest but I am convinced that at one point or another, I must have loved living that type of lifestyle that I can imagine a hamam would be surrounded by.

Socializing, reigning with sexuality, dining on divine cuisine and lounging in a public bath as nude as one can be in a pool of orgy.

Hmmm, I seriously thought this recently as I asked myself why do I love such a weird thing is it a fetish? Why are my sense of smell and touch so obsessed on an unlikely scent. It must remind me of something I can't match a memory to but ironically something I used to love alot.

Posted: 6:15 a.m. EST October 26, 2005 by Anne Meesriyong