My senses often seem to be much more powerful than other people's, and I'm pretty sure it's more my brain actually acknowledging the information it is sent to the point where it starts overwhelming itself than my ears or my eyes or my taste buds being more sensitive than anybody else's. Or at least that seems to be the case with my ears; maybe my taste buds are actually more powerful than most. 

I can't stop myself from listening to other people's conversations, even while I read a book or sing along to a song. I wouldn't be surprised if I could do both and still wind up registering every single word people said, though I don't really know since when I read and sing at the same time I tend to be away from other people or have headphones on. This would be a lot nicer if I had a good enough memory for words to remember what some of the conversations were about. 

If there is a constantly repeating sound, or short pattern of sounds, my mind will latch on to it and make it louder and louder and louder until I get a headache. 

I know the milk is starting to go bad days before anybody else. I smell it, I taste it, and I feel bad about pouring it down the drain. 

Broccoli is torture, because it tastes horrible and is one of those things that smells exactly how it tastes (not that I've even attempted to taste it in years, but I'm sure it hasn't changed) except possibly more strongly. 

Food, particularly liquids or dairy products, that is left uncovered in the refrigerator comes back out with a strong hint of some putrid flavor. Nobody else seems to notice, and it drives me crazy when my mom doesn't cover something that I would have wanted to eat. My little sister insists that the cheesecake I made recently is way better than any store-bought cheesecake, even after eating a slice of cheesecake from The Buttery, which is arguably the best bakery in the world. I can barely choke down a slice of it, because I forgot to cover it in plastic wrap before putting it in the fridge to chill. The only reason I tried to keep eating past the first bite is that cheesecake is something special, probably my favorite dessert and one we don't have often enough. 

It's not much fun having powerful senses, because it's just normal to me up until the point where it starts giving me headaches or torturing me with nausea-inducers nobody else can taste or smell. Those problems could probably be considered "normal for me" as well, but I refuse to think of them that way.