A Criminally Incomplete Inventory of the Most Awesome Feels

Here's a guy who's really got his shit figured out. Nothing matters, absolutely nothing matters, save for the awesome feels. This man is a prophet.

You know, awesome feels? The little things. The odd little life quirks that make it all worth it. And while they're maybe, possibly the preserve of the flickering braingasms of the so-called Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or ASMR, they extend far beyond some half-baked internet phenomenon. You'd die of old age before your could finish counting all of them, there are just so many seminally awesome feels. Like:

SLOWLY, CAREFULLY PEELING OFF THIN LAYERS OF PROTECTIVE PLASTIC

You know what I'm talking about. Incredibly awesome feels. Oddly perverse. I've never seen the Big Bang Theory, but this seems to hit it right on the head:

CLOSING A BUNCH OF TABS

It's 5PM. It's Friday. It's time to X out the 70-some odd tabs you progressively opened up throughout the day because fuck this, fuck that, YOU'RE FINISHED.

THOSE FEW SECONDS AFTER YOU FINISH A BOOK, AND YOU JUST STARE AT THE THING

Ugh, this feel. This fucking feel. What's so good about this one is you get the retrospective hush of accomplishment but also a keen sense of poignancy—chances are, you'll never pick up the thing ever again. I want to live inside of this feel forever.

COASTING ON ONE PEDAL BEFORE DISMOUNTING YOUR BIKE

You're casual poetry in motion. You're in perfect alignment with the forces of gravity. You are effortless physics.

LETTING OUT A SEISMIC BELCH

Sweet, sweet guttural relief.

@thebanderson