oh, good feelings all over
Some people are so good at putting any situation in perspective. Actually, I think everyone has that talent, as long as YOU'RE not the person with the issue. Cause everyone knows opinions are noses, and blah and all that crap, but we tend to trust our friends' ideas because we wouldn't be friends with them unless we respected their thoughts. For instance, just this week I've had too many of those moments where someone will tell me something so...unearthing, that my head cocks back a few inches and my lips separate. It kind of looks like my soul escapes, but really I'm just so taken back by the epiphany that I was too blind to notice on my own. I really enjoy people who make me feel like that.
Por ejemplo, a new friend told me the truth about Kraft cheese--and you really, really don't want to know the truth about that. Just trust me. Put the macaroni down, and open a bag of salad. He also shared the lovely science behind hot dogs, boneless chicken breasts, and cheese powder.
Whoever said "ignorance is bliss" knew what the hell he was talking about.
I've been working on a website--but not necessarily for pleasure. Though, I would love to claim that specific type of nerdiness. I'm in an honor society for transfer students with a passing GPA, and for random's sake, I thought I could be of help in creating a website for the group. And then it turned into me designing the ugliest, tackiest, sky blue and burnt orange-fonted site with two columns and a black and white picture of Rio in the background. And then I discovered templates.
::choir of angels::
Soon, the idea for this website blossomed into creating an all-inclusive resource center for any and all transfer students at UIllinois. After several hours of learning how to do this crap, I created something I'm pretty proud of. So when I finish, I'll have to show you my product, and you'll like it.
I know how to give massages now. But the greatest thing about it is that giving them is so enjoyable to me, and I've tried to understand why. Now I know: it's like getting someone else off. That look of building pleasure in their face, an oscillation between the look of sleep and the look of someone complimenting your favorite shirt. It is totally a wonderful feeling.
There's a system in your brain used to process explicit and tangible incentives like a monetary reward or smoking a bowl with your friends--where you feel not only stoned and comfortable, but you're happy to be that way. As you should be. And then there are things like music that provide that same feeling, without any sort of explicit reward. Which is interesting because we can essentially provide our own form of euphoria, it just takes a little work, like getting to know a piece or involving yourself emotionally in what's happening with the sounds and tones and colors of music, or even a person's body. A lot of people don't ever reach that intensity because 1) not everyone is emo and 2) they'd need to be on shrooms, but for the most part, we can come close by getting that tingling sensation or even teary-eyed.
Music is like pot without the munchies.
Por ejemplo, a new friend told me the truth about Kraft cheese--and you really, really don't want to know the truth about that. Just trust me. Put the macaroni down, and open a bag of salad. He also shared the lovely science behind hot dogs, boneless chicken breasts, and cheese powder.
Whoever said "ignorance is bliss" knew what the hell he was talking about.
I've been working on a website--but not necessarily for pleasure. Though, I would love to claim that specific type of nerdiness. I'm in an honor society for transfer students with a passing GPA, and for random's sake, I thought I could be of help in creating a website for the group. And then it turned into me designing the ugliest, tackiest, sky blue and burnt orange-fonted site with two columns and a black and white picture of Rio in the background. And then I discovered templates.
::choir of angels::
Soon, the idea for this website blossomed into creating an all-inclusive resource center for any and all transfer students at UIllinois. After several hours of learning how to do this crap, I created something I'm pretty proud of. So when I finish, I'll have to show you my product, and you'll like it.
I know how to give massages now. But the greatest thing about it is that giving them is so enjoyable to me, and I've tried to understand why. Now I know: it's like getting someone else off. That look of building pleasure in their face, an oscillation between the look of sleep and the look of someone complimenting your favorite shirt. It is totally a wonderful feeling.
There's a system in your brain used to process explicit and tangible incentives like a monetary reward or smoking a bowl with your friends--where you feel not only stoned and comfortable, but you're happy to be that way. As you should be. And then there are things like music that provide that same feeling, without any sort of explicit reward. Which is interesting because we can essentially provide our own form of euphoria, it just takes a little work, like getting to know a piece or involving yourself emotionally in what's happening with the sounds and tones and colors of music, or even a person's body. A lot of people don't ever reach that intensity because 1) not everyone is emo and 2) they'd need to be on shrooms, but for the most part, we can come close by getting that tingling sensation or even teary-eyed.
Music is like pot without the munchies.