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My favorite sensation is the lack of one. I like when I'm so engrossed in something, so lost inside of it that I almost cease to exist. This happens when I play music, at least when I'm doing it right. I suppose the sensation is complete peace. It's not happy or sad, it just is.
I think this is because that during such times, the self-analytical inner monologue dies away. You're not thinking 'this is amazing' or 'what fun I'm having'. Like you say, it just is. And you only realise how profound such an experience is once you're analysis returns and you reflect upon it. It all goes by fast. It's a blur. On trying to recall, you perhaps can't even picture what exactly transpired in such moments. All that remains is the desire to return to that state.
I spent Time the other night just making noise on the strings of a piano, getting sounds of it I never had before. I was definitely not thinking, but then as I walked from the piano I said aloud "that was awesome." I didn't realize I had said it until later when I was listening to it and mixing. It was cool to hear say that because it was like I had "returned" and realized what I had just done.
So, I answered this question in a journal at 18. My answers are a little embarrassing, but it's just too germane for me not to dig them up. Ok, found. • Going back and reading something I wrote. Not to sound too self absorbed, but I'm often pleased with myself if I invest an effort into a text or email. I feel that a lot of those compositions would make this journal, and there are lots of things I've written that I'll never get to reread like revisiting this document because they're scattered over old texts buried in my phone or emails. Maybe it's just practice for a writer to write and then move on. • Checking to see how many likes something got. I know this is conceited, shallow, unhealthy, etc. but I can't help checking an hour after I post something to see how many likes a picture and a caption gets. It's a combination of a pissing-contest and good old fashioned masturbation but I can't help but feel good being "good" at Facebook for five seconds. Everyone has their own rulebook to playing fb, their own dos and do nots, and in the dumbest, most narcissistic game we play, I feel fleeting bits of glory when I get 50 likes on something. • Curling up with a good book and remembering the phone is far away so when I a momentary wave of restlessness comes over me, I don't grab for my phone and check something, I reconcentrate and continue on enjoying the book. Getting far in one day or a couple of days. Finishing books. Understanding them. • Sex in the raw. Cumming inside and staying there. Getting my partner off before I do so I don't have to worry about ruining the moment if she doesn't come before I do. Shuddering when I'm inside her. Thinking about being inside of someone when inside someone. • That giddy wave around 8:30 or 9 in the pm, when I have the best night ahead of me but it hasn't quite started yet, the house party is on track, she's gonna be there, and I think she likes me, I'm gonna get to play the music (editor's note: a playlist, not an instrument) and then we'll dance.My favorite sensations, noble or otherwise:
Right there with ya.• That giddy wave around 8:30 or 9 in the pm, when I have the best night ahead of me but it hasn't quite started yet, the house party is on track, she's gonna be there, and I think she likes me, I'm gonna get to play the music (editor's note: a playlist, not an instrument) and then we'll dance.
This will be a little disgusting, sorry.
Sometimes, when you've been sick for a few days, and you're starting to feel better; and then, usually unexpectedly, a huge hunk of phlegm will come loose from your sinuses, you cough it up, and all of the sudden you feel fully not-sick. I love that sensation.
I'm sick right now with an awful cough. I look forward to this.
the smell of the first winter day. That "cold" smell.
Yes, I enjoy the smell of the coming seasons. Each one has its own, and each one is beautiful.
Q-Tips I don't care what the box says. That caress is second only to one pleasure. On a related note, Spooning
YES!! That feeling of accomplishment before the midday meal is so amazing. To me, above treeline by sunrise is also a beautiful sight/feeling..but I've only been able to experience that a handful of times
If I wake up between 4am and 6am when things are starting to approach dawn, and I am extremely comfortable in bed and know that I will fall back to sleep almost immediately, that is the best feeling. Also the high of winning at something challenging.
Coming downstairs on Thanksgiving Day morning and smelling everything cooking. Yum!