Defensive Driving

[t_shirt_savior]

A couple nights ago I poked a selection randomly into my iTunes and out played a certain energetic country rock song-of a decidedly plebeian nature involving the shaking of asses-which I’d indulged in while driving through Montana, back when I was traversing this entire nation with Buddy Holly on my way to graduate school.  Montana was the only

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[asinpterodactyl]

...in the little Spanish-full restroom-where I was finally fully alone-for the realization of what had just happened to properly surge through me. I leaned my head into the mirror and laughter and tears canceled each other out, so that I just vibrated for a bit...

I know that feeling! It needs to have a name. Maybe it does already. I don't know. I want to describe it as a feeling of FEELING -- but that is frustratingly redundant.

On second thought, maybe it doesn't need a name. Your description is more evocative than any name could be.

...ceiling-thwapping.

THAT, on the other hand, needed a name. And you picked a good one. :-)