Clinique Happy

I'm terrible at receiving gifts. Despite making strides in this area as I've matured, it's an aspect of life I continually strive to enhance. A few years back, I embarked on a rather unremarkable summer journey – a stint as a camp counselor. As you can imagine, when you throw a bunch of young twentysomethings into a camp and tell them to live and work together...well.... things happen.

Some of these things aren't always what you want. It's especially difficult when someone's feelings are stronger than your own. Nevertheless this is how I found myself on the receiving end of my very first fragrant gift. A bottle of Clinique Happy. The irony in the name

wasn't lost on me as I reluctantly picked up the beautifully wrapped box after I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it was from, why she bought it, and now I was stuck with a dilemma. How does one gracefully communicate that the affection isn't mutual, especially when the person has invested their hard-earned money and genuine thought into a present? Is there a graceful way to do that? The weight of guilt and the unease of the situation left me frozen, prolonging a relationship that should have naturally concluded much earlier than it did.

Reflecting on this episode, I realize that the passage of time can alter perspectives. The fragrance, once emblematic of an awkward summer, might someday reenter my collection, serving as a memento of personal growth and acceptance. Maybe, just maybe, a second chance at embracing Clinique Happy might lead to a newfound connection with both the scent and the memories it holds.

Written By: Sean O

Scent: Happy by Clinique