I’m a sympathetic puker. I see someone throw up and I instantly want to do the same.
I didn’t used to be. I was tough as nails and cleaned up a lot of nastiness in various job roles in my teens and twenties.
Then I decided to marry and make babies in my thirties so I quit smoking and my sense of smell came back with a vengeance.
Some days I threaten to take back up smoking so I don’t have to smell anymore.