A Criminally Incomplete Inventory of the Most Awesome Feels: Part II

As we last reported, getting your hands on high-quality awesome feels meant closing a bunch of tabs, slowly (ever so carefully) peeling thin layers of protective plastic off of shiny new consumer electronics, that feeling when you finish a book, close it, and then just stare at it, contented, and of course, letting off seismic belches.

And those are high-quality feels. Top notch awesome. But they are just some of those little things that click, those blips on the radar of life that are just so right that, for all we know, number in the tens of thousands. (Maybe more?)

In this highly-anticipated follow up to that first installment in our in-depth, ongoing investigative look into The Most Awesome Feels, we explore a few more of those select feels, from video game highs to hairborne ASMR to the joys of high-speed sailing. And more!

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It was getting tense there for a moment, but you stuck it out, stacked it up, and just got rewarded for your patience.

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It's 2AM, and you're in bed. You roll over, flip your pillow, and… oooOOOoOOooHHAAHHHuuggnnnhhh. Your pillow. Your pillow! It's chilled to perfection, soft and billowy like something straight out of the cloudy backdrop in Marioland, and you could just die inside of it. The best part? There's always the other side, in time.

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You're done with work for the week, hoofing it home, and storm clouds are rolling in. And so you walk faster and faster, hoping the skies will hold out for just a few more minutes, because damnit you forgot your umbrella and you're wearing fucking cloth shoes. But luck is on your side, this time: You make it through the door just in time to hearing the first clap of thunder, before the skies open up. You set down your things, kick off your shoes, open the back windows, pour a glass of whiskey, take a seat, and melt away, watching it all come down.

Is there a feel much more awesome than beating out Mother Nature in such a way that allows you to take in her pitiless brutality safely and comfortably? Unlikely.

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This is kind of a weird one. Personally, I don't really much care for someone else's dirty paws rubbing/scratching my head. But if you're approved, I will fall into a catatonic state like this deadly shark.

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I took sailing classes as a kid, two summers in a row. Never made it past Skipper II (at least I think that's what it was called), the second-to-lowest class in the park district program in the otherwise landlocked suburb of Chicago that I grew up in. All we had was a dinky little manmade "lake", and our "sailing" "adventures" amounted to little more than putzing around in a poor excuse for a breeze. Sometimes, we'd get stuck, quite literally with no wind in our sails. One of the instructors, cruising around in an inflatable jet boat, would have to tow us in.

:/

But in my head, I was a true master-class Skipper. In my head, I was weathered salt, aged beyond my years, splicing around Cape Horn.

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Light 'em up, Mikey!