A while back, I was asked to share some real-life observations, and one memory that always comes to mind is about an old friend I’ll call B. Our friendship had a tendency to blur the lines, and eventually, he dropped the classic bombshell: “I’ve got feelings for you.” I didn’t share the same feelings, and we ended up drifting apart, but I still find myself reflecting on those moments from time to time. We were both young - B was around 23, and I was a few years younger - just trying to figure life out.
B stood about 5'11", with dark hair that brushed the nape of his neck and piercing green eyes that probably melted a few hearts along the way. He had tattoos covering his arms and upper body, giving him the appearance of someone who was just one jam session away from starting a garage band, yet somehow never quite got around to it. With his soft-spoken, laid-back vibe, he balanced out the crazier escapades we often found ourselves in. In hindsight, I appreciated that calming presence more than I realized at the time.
One unforgettable quirk of B’s was his sensitive nose. He had a small, slightly ski-slope nose that fit his face perfectly, but was also the cause of much distress. Even the lightest touch could trigger an uncontrollable sneezing fit, a fact I discovered one afternoon while we were hanging out.
We lounged on his bed, heavy metal music playing in the background as we playfully debated something utterly ridiculous - like who would win in a fight, a bear or a shark. In the middle of our banter, I impulsively booped him on the nose, not thinking much of it.
His expression shifted instantly; his eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. He inhaled deeply, and I could see the anticipation building in him. “Oh my god. I’m going to sneeze,” he whispered in a hushed, panicked voice tinged with desperation.
In a flash, he yanked his shirt over his head, just in time to cover his mouth as the first sneeze erupted downward, sending a wet spray across his chest. The sneezes came in rapid succession - quiet yet powerful, misting his skin with each exhale.
“Hup-tsssssh, hip-tssssshoo, hup-TSSSH!” Each sneeze shook his body, echoing in the room with intensity. I watched as his face flushed a deeper shade of crimson with every outburst, sheer desperation filling his eyes - a mix of surprise and surrender.
I couldn’t help it; I burst into laughter, my heart racing at the sheer absurdity of the moment. “What was that?!” I teased, barely able to contain my amusement. He shot me a sheepish grin, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Oh my god, my nose is just so sensitive; I have no control over it.”
Though he did his best to cover up, the evidence was undeniable - his shirt was stained, the dampness spreading from where he had sneezed.
That was my first encounter with B’s sneezing fits, but it wouldn’t be the last. As our friendship developed, his nose seemed to react to everything around him - dust in the air, the sunlight streaming through the window, and even the faint trace of my perfume lingering in the room. It felt like he was cursed; every time he looked outside on a sunny day, I could see the anticipation building in his eyes. I would brace myself, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before a sneeze would burst forth from his sensitive nose.
Those were definitely some wild memories from a time when life was simpler and a lot more carefree. If you’re up for it, I’ve got more wild tales about B’s sneezy antics that’ll definitely keep you on your toes.
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