"Yo! You sleep with the pigs?"

I have a horrible sense of smell (or at least I don't bother to register bad smells).  My college roommate had a hyper-sensitive nose.  Turns out, my feet have a tendency to stink.  Fortunately, we were good friends, so after we'd lived together about a month, she rather embarrassedly informed me of the foot issue.  Turned it into our own private joke. "OMG, that *bothers* you?  Ok, I'll totally make sure to wear socks."  Actually, that was the same roommate who taught me that not everyone can sleep through the sound of a door closing -- some people are light enough sleepers that you have to, very gingerly, turn the handle, before softly shutting the door and releasing it.

So, don't feel too bad about your college dormmate.  I'm sure somewhere along the line, someone else clued him in.  But in general, as a bad-scent-impaired person, it's not nearly as personal a thing as you smellers think it might be.  "Oh, the garbage is stinky?  Heh.  Had no idea." (Walks over to bin, sticks nose in all the way, inhales deeply.) "Huh, I think you're right about that.  Ok, sure, I'll take it out." 

I was reading some article about an autistic fellow who was handicapped by remembering everything. When he read, he lost track of plot because he was impelled to visualize chunks of the raw text as an image and commit it to memory. I frequently watch old movies and find that while I remember certain parts very clearly, other parts have left no impression.

Does the KKK party have primaries?

Romantic love usually brings more pain than pleasure. Sometimes the pain comes early, sometimes late.

If we are nothing more than automata, then love is nothing more than one subroutine. Same with parental love and friendship. If we are more than the sum of our parts, love is a reflection of that.

Yes, but a small, energy-efficient house, well within your means.

As long as you plan on living there 5-10 years and can afford a cache of emergency mortgage payments as well as a decent-sized downpayment.  Though I think the market will continue to improve (from my perspective, as a non-owner) for a while.

The house-flippers were greedy, but the banks leveraged themselves to ridiculous proportions. Nevertheless some sort of recession was bound to accompany energy depletion.

Snow white ate the apple without asking about the poison, but it was her evil step-mom who made the poison.

When I was young, I changed my mind a lot. I didn't really form any strong attachments to any career until I was in high school. At that point it was a toss up...I was either going to be a lawyer or a high school band director. I have up the music thing early in my college career, but the lawyer thing lingered until a couple of years after college when it was time to make the decision about law school. Ultimately, I decided that I would probably love law school but hate being a lawyer. So, I'm not. While I was still in college, law school was the path to getting elected to office. I wanted that too. Until I got a job on a campaign staff for a governor's race and realized that politicians, and especially political operatives, would eat their own young to get ahead. Not. For. Me.