- Whatever song is playing in the background
- If it’s warm out
- Whether or not I felt something yesterday
- Just reflecting whatever feeling the person sitting close to me appears to be having
- Being late for something
- Wearing too many layers in an overheated room
- Whatever’s on TV
- A smell I can’t place but reminds me of something
- Having a lot of emails
- Someone else is honking their car horn, probably not at me, but I can still hear it
- Wearing sunglasses
- Four hours’ worth of time having elapsed since taking ecstasy
- Being in a crowded room
- My room is messy
- Being in an empty room
- Bra being on for too long
- Spent too much time online
- I left something in the fridge hoping that somebody else would eat it but I never asked them to and they probably assumed I was saving it
- Ran out of aspirin
- Re-watch an episode of TV that I last watched while I was having a feeling
- How much someone else wants me to have a feeling
- Being taller than someone else
- That’s it, there are no other feelings
“A smell I can’t place but reminds me of something”
mallory this is 90% of my feelings pls don’t take smell nostalgia away from me
I want to make a pun, but nose-stalgia seems like reaching.
Hair. Hair is a feeling, right?
Oh totes. When it’s, like, starting to come out of your ponytail and you’re a little too hot and it might get in your face but you’re walking uphill and your arms are full. Yeah that’s a feeling.
And then tiny strands start touching your face? Yup totally a feeling
“Need to wash my hair” is a feeling that ruins my day at least once a week.
Yes, but as your name demonstrates, the size of one’s hair is inversely related to one’s capacity to feel.
Is “hair” a separate feeling from “cognitive dissonance over whether to cut off long hair” because the latter is the feelings capsule wardrobe of spring and summer.
Long hair is never long enough, short hair is never short enough, and I always wish I’d washed my hair more recently.
http://drunkjcrew.tumblr.com/image/100089200100
Hair is its own separate personality
I’ve been trying to explain that sometimes my hair hurts since I was seven, so yes.
Does it do that thing where at the end of the day it just aches so bad that you can hardly bear to touch it?
I thought I was the only one.
You are not.
Yup. Especially when, after you’ve done a particularly good job of styling it, you whisper (or holler, depending on the day) “big hair no heart” as your mantra of encouragement before engaging with the terrifying outside world.
but when you hear that old song they used to play, it’s more than a feeling, right?
And Journey is lodged in my brain. Could be worse.
Boston, our culture’s Emergency Backup Journey.
That was top shelf. *high five*
*terribly embarrassed*
It is an unjust world where this comment doesn’t get made on this article. I can live another day.
Dang, I was gonna comment “When I see Marianne walk away.”
any number of ways you can make the same joke. I like yours.
🙂
Also, tbh, I think “listening to ‘More than a Feeling’ on headphones while striding purposefully through town on a nice day and trying really hard not to air-guitar” counts as a Thing I Have Mistaken For A Feeling.
Trying Not To Air Guitar To “More Than A Feeling” is the most real feeling you can feel.
-A nagging sensation to call my mother (mother picks up the phone with “what do you want?”)
-A dream that made me unreasonably angry at someone for the rest of the day. I knew it wasn’t a real feeling, but it was the closest I had, so I went with it
-Washing and folding all my clothes, which made me feel like I accomplished something that day, despite all evidence to the contrary
-My cat staring angrily at me all morning
I’m still mad at a Dream Friend who let me get stung by bees.
I was once seeing a guy who dreamed my friend threw up on him after a party and it took him over a year to realize that didn’t happen.
“-Washing and folding all my clothes, which made me feel like I accomplished something that day, despite all evidence to the contrary ”
This is how I feel accomplished every Sunday, tbh. Otherwise I’ll have to take a step down to being proud of how many tv shows I’ve managed to successfully marathon in one sitting.
But that’s the whole point of laundry, right? Right? Watching TV while in the background, the laundry machine is rumbling, assuring you that you’re actually getting stuff done!
Yeah. I’ll go with that!
Oh God, last night I dreamed I was dating Mallory and I was excited about meeting her family but then they all hated me. I’ve felt dejected all morning over the dream-rejection.
i have also had a dream about dating mallory that ended with me being a little miffed at mallory. imaginary rejection still hurts, y’know?
My father answers the phone with “what” or “what do you want” and it gives me feelings not on this list that are the color of bruises and car fires.
My mother will then complain, with no irony at all, that I “never call her”
I know without a doubt my dad would prefer I never called him and all communication was routed through my mother, but so long as I work for him I don’t see him getting his wish.
omg the other night i had a dream that me and a (platonic IRL) friend of mine were madly in love and getting married and he came to the ceremony and then DIDN’T SHOW TO THE RECEPTION. for some reason i was at a table with just his and my parents and it was the most excruciating and embarrassing terrible time. i woke up genuinely feeling so affected and didn’t speak to him for several days because I was so afraid I would just start shouting at him?
My conscious feelings about my friends are totally shaped by dreams.
I once was angry irl at someone for three weeks because in my dream he cock-blocked me with Mary McDonnell.
Ooooh, I’m going to start answering the phone like that!
One of my friend’s dads (former military) used to answer the phone by barking, “SPEAK!” It was pretty intimidating.
“My cat is sad because a door is closed” is a feeling I have a lot.
Post-sex endorphin rushes, which are definitely not real feelings
An excess of coffee
The way the sunlight brings out her freckles
Mood lighting in shitty bars
This… this is my entire relationship.
Reading a book in which the PoV character has many feelings, regardless of how applicable those feelings may be to your own situation.
shhhhhh stop sharing my secrets
Writing a book in which the POV character has many feelings, leading me to apply those feelings to my own life, even though no one in my real life understands why I’m acting that way.
The one i get most often from a book/movie is 2nd hand embarrassment from whatever horrifying thing the heroine did or had happen to her. Like, I’ve gotten embarrassed and anxious enough for a character that I have to put down the book or pause the movie until I’ve recovered.
I will just walk out of movies for that.
I read H is for Hawk last year while feeling a bit mentally-unstable and disconnected from the world. I tend to absorb fictional character’s thoughts and characteristics sometimes. It was a terrible book to be reading at that time; I felt like I was losing my mind. (Great book, though!)
Oh man, me too! I was already having it out again with my depression when I started reading it, and yes, it also made me feel even more insane and dissociated. Her writing is so vivid. Then my incredibly beloved, parent-surrogate aunt passed away suddenly and unexpectedly, and all of a sudden I related to it so much more intimately and intensely. I felt viscerally connected to Helen’s crazed grief and her processing methods, and I clung to that — knowing I wasn’t alone in my feelings, knowing there was a way through, somehow — and ended up finishing it in the week after my aunt died. It honestly really helped me through that absurd, impossible stage. And yes, it’s just great on its own — so well written. I’ve recommended it to more people than I can count.
I once read The Bell Jar for the first time while going through a depressive/anxious patch. Not my best decision.
She’s done it again.
Whether or not I saw a dog on the way to work
How the dog reacted to me
Whether the dog was big or small
If the day was chilly and the dog was small and fine-haired, whether it was wearing a coat or otherwise being kept warm
Was the big dog interacting with a small dog or vice versa
Does it have tiny brightly colored shoes
Dog shoes are so many feelings. Especially when it is a teeny tiny dog being walked by a very muscular man.
I would add ‘walking’ to this list. I always get rushes of emotions when walking alone. Bonus “feelings” if I’m listening to music.
I was thinking about that just this morning, on my walk to work. I always get super misty and nostalgic and “this is what being in love is” if I’m walking on a sunny day and I have music on, and I recognize that it is weird.
One of my favorite things to do in college was to take a walk on a sunny day and listen to Vampire Weekend. Everything felt right.
Vampire Weekend! When I first moved to Alaska I spent a lot of time driving in the dark on icy roads listening to “Diplomat’s Son.” Now, when I hear it, it comes along with this kind of peaceful, sensory-deprivation-y feeling and the image of streetlights reflected in the ice.
One of my favorite memories from my first year of college is of dancing down the sidewalk on a sunny September day listening to “Happy” by Uncle Kracker. I probably looked like a lunatic, but I regret nothing.
More than once I’ve been walking and feeling very uneasy and then I notice my ipod has shuffled to one of Nick Cave’s Murder Ballads.
Bicycling while listening to music. Any song that comes on while I ride over a bridge is automatically More Feelings than usual. The time I was riding over a bridge at sunrise (I work nights) and stopped to get off and take photos with my phone because it was so gorgeous, and my phone was playing Joanna Newsom, I worried I was secretly in a montage opening of a bad indie movie where I was the Manic Pixie Dream Girl and it was WEIRD.
I have about 50 pictures of the same view from the same bridge, all from different days/seasons/times of day for this very reason. And because London from the river is pretty.
While commuting home over the bridge, the sunrise often backlights Mt. Hood, a very pretty mountain, and therefore, I have taken far too many photos of the sunrise behind Mt. Hood.
How about walking in heels on a hard surface and it sounds just like a movie. Now is it an old Bogart film, some sinister stalker flick, or the cobblestones of Old town?
-Fleece-lined leggings
That I’m wearing right now.
Me, too. Somewhat unsurprisingly. Did you SEE our weather.
OH hello me, too! bring it on, chilly drizzle that completely ruined my hair – I am now home with fleece-lined leggings and tea and nothing can defeat me.
I bought some softshell fleece-lined breeches this winter and they are the feeling of eternal adoration.
“Bra being on for too long” is DEFINITELY a feeling. Coupled with “boobs are too heavy for life today” (cue Heavy Boobs music video)
Best CXG song.
Even the men in my house now say, “Let me take my bra off” when they get home to describe that need.
Bra being on too long is all of my feelings that aren’t listening to music or messy room angst.
It is a feeling and that feeling is CHAFING.
“Bra being on for too long” is the worst feeling
*Sigh*
Pretty sure wearing sunglasses is a feeling and that feeling is this:
That gif is also a feeling.
See also “wearing a cool leather jacket”
Peggy = ALL THE FEELINGS.
“Bra being on for too long”
okay but this is a feeling, and it is the worst feeling.
Yes but “taking bra off” is also totally a feeling!
“Don’t have to wear a bra for the next two weeks” was my only positive feeling before surgery.
This is in fact the best feeling in the multiverse.
(I know there are people out there who like their bras, and more power to them, but mine are like wrecking balls of neck pain that bras make worse and if I could professionally get away with letting my freak flags fly free, I totally would.)
“My room is messy” is definitely a feeling and one that I seem to have every single week!
How do people hang up their clothes every night? That just seems like a lot of work…
If things are working well*, hanging one piece up at the end of a day is WAY easier and a lot less work than letting it sit for a week and then having a mountain of things to hang, which just taunts me from afar and exhausts me.
*and they aren’t always
That makes sense, but I just can’t get myself to do it! I often have to set aside a whole hour on Saturdays to hang up my clothes from the past week…not that it really takes me that long, but I dread it so much that even when I go to hang them up, I distract myself so I don’t have to actually do it. I am a child.
I’m one of those people who change into Home Clothes as soon as I get home. I tend to be a pile person because UGH, but I’ve been trying to make myself put the clothes away as part of my just-got-home-and-these-are-the-things-I-need-to-accomplish-before-I-get-to-eat-a-snack routine. (Other things include dealing with my lunchbox, putting my glasses on the bookshelf, and hanging up my sweaty gym clothes to dry.) It’s been going pretty well!
Otherwise I’d only sort of deal with the clothes pile on laundry day, which happens every two weeks or so.
That is smart! I used to be really good about cleaning, especially when I was in grad school, mostly because it was a distraction. Now that I am working full time, I usually just collapse on my bed or the couch as soon as I get home and only get up to eat. Blergh.
My tidiness is inversely proportionate to the size of my space; when I lived in a dorm room, I was extremely neat because I needed every available surface for living on, but now there’s so much room for piles of things…
That’s basically me. I had a totally spotless place while I was supposed to be studying for the bar exam… now (10 years on), not so much.
I *just* started this routine where in the morning I take the whole hanger out of the closet, instead of just taking the item off the hanger, and I rest the hanger on this little hook I have on the outside of my closet door (the hook was already there). Then at the end of the day, I either
a) put the item back on the hanger, and hang it up; or
b) put the item in the dirty clothes, and hang the hanger in the empty-hanger holding area (it will then get used to drip-dry any number of my hundred million drip-dry items on laundry day, and will then be used to hang the newly-washed-and-dried item back in my closet).
CIRCLE OF LIFE. It’s working well so far.
I like that! I tend to just leave the hangers in the closet, but perhaps if I had a visual reminder to hang up my clothes, I would do it more often!
A visual reminder PLUS it makes it easier to do it! Give it a try!
(Grain of salt, tho, I am the self-appointed QUEEN of starting some awesome new habit of self-improvement and then four weeks later my closet is a pile of wadded-up clothes plus all the detritus I forget to take out of the pockets of my scrubs until I get home, so if you need some alcohol pads or over-the-counter laxatives or a 20ga hypodermic needle I can hook you up.)
PS, Just realized that this morning I just took the dress off the hanger, left the hanger in the damn closet, not on the nice little hook like I’m supposed to! Nerts!
Nah, you’re not a child. I’m on the ball with this particular thing, but I have my own “pile of clothes” types of things where if I just got off my duff and did it, it would be WAY easier than letting it get to be a bigger deal and then fretting over it.
Variants I would like to put forward for consideration:
-my bathroom is messy
-my kitchen is messy
-I have my belongings collected on piles on every surface is that is not actually the floor
Someone here or on Toastie Twitter recently posted something about how cleaning needs to be acknowledged as a form of self-care, and I’ve been trying to take it to heart because otherwise I feel slightly disappointed in myself every time I take in the surroundings of a messy room.
It is! It is self-care! It is also a way to show love to anyone who shares a home with you!
We spring-cleaned over the weekend, and my wife texted me this morning something like “an unforeseen benefit of all the cleaning is that when I got home this morning I felt comforted,” and I was like “ummmm isn’t that the WHOLE POINT of cleaning???”
I used to love cleaning, but now that I live with my SO, I find it very hard to clean. When I lived with a roommate or by myself, cleaning was a way to avoid work, relax, and essentially have a dance party. I feel like now that I am cohabitating, my alone time has really diminished, and I guess (just realizing this now) maybe I would clean more if I was alone more often? Ugh it makes me kind of sad to type that out.
I also find it harder to clean with someone else around. It makes me feel like a total loser, but there is a very particular (and reliable) joy to be found in wearing kinda ratty yoga pants, putting a CD your partner doesn’t like really loud on the stereo, and cleaning. Wish I could do this every week and score some Introvert Time, listen to “my” music outside my headphones, and get the sweet sweet instant-gratification bonus of a cleaned-up living space. Siiiiiigh.
I have to say, it makes me feel better to know that I am not the only one experiencing this. May we both get some alone time to clean very soon!
with you! my partner and I are planning to move in together and while it will make some things easier, I will really miss Saturday late morning/early afternoon with CBC Radio One and my cleaning supplies.
I just wanted to say that you have the best profile description ever.
Awwwww, thanks!
This post on Unfuck Your Habitat was extremely meaningful to me when I was coming out of a garbage dump of a house (and a relationship) and moving into my own place for the first time.
http://www.unfuckyourhabitat.com/why-company-read…
Here’s a serious question, though: why do your guests deserve to have your house look nice more than you do? They’re only there for a small fraction of time; you’re there every day. Why don’t you deserve to have the place looking nice and neat and clean?
My place still isn’t the tidiest thing going around, but a combination of that mindset change and an ADD diagnosis has made my living space into a sanctuary instead of a stressor.
That’s a really helpful angle on the whole situation! Thanks for sharing it. I think between that and the “cleaning *is* self-care” thing, I’m going to try to gradually move into a regularly-cleaning lifestyle.
Mine are not only hung up (because otherwise, one of my cats would pee on them), but organized by color.
Which sounds like a lot of work, but is actually because I’m too lazy to go looking for a red shirt in the morning, if I feel like wearing a red shirt. Organized by color means that I don’t have to think about it.
DAHLING I got you on this one.
Buy a cute little wicker basket & just throw your clean clothes in it at the end of the day (dirty clothes go in actual laundry hamper). Then put all the clean clothes away at the end of the week while watching Netflix.
There’s something about having this actually be a System that (a) feels great and (b) makes my room look much better.
I use a spare coat rack in my bedroom to throw my ‘not dirty enough to wash, but not really clean enough to put back into the cupboard’ clothes at the end of the day and it is 100% aces.
I like this idea! As of right now, the BF and I have a system where we move a pile of clothes from the bed to the ottoman and back to the bed every morning and night. I think that having that pile in one place (plus a fancy looking basket) may help!
I don’t usually hang up clothes after I wear them, but I have a laundry chute in my bathroom that goes to the basement, and it’s kind of fun chucking dirty clothes in there and listening to them go PLOMP.
I began watching Empire this weekend, and when AzMarie (“Chicken”) came on screen, I am almost sure that I had a feeling. Also, I wonder if Mallory is aware of AzMarie, because it seems like she NEEDS to know about her. (Those tattooed arms. Wow.)
I have many, many ~*~feelings~*~ about AzMarie, and separately from them I also adore Chicken. Every time Chicken is around I yelp “Chicken!” (in an excited voice I may have stolen from an MST3K short about the Chickens of Tomorrow).
AzMarie is possibly the most attractive person in the universe.
“Being taller than someone else” is my default, it is not a feeling (I’m a 5’10” woman). However, when I am SHORTER than another woman, THEN I have a feeling and the feeling is a mixture of confusion, resentment, and trying to force my scoliosis-ed back into its best posture in hopes that I am actually the tallest so that the world start spinning correctly again.
Totally the same feeling, except backwards. (I assume this is what Mallory was talking about as well. OMG, who is shorter, me or Mallory? Which one of us would have an unsettled feeling if we met?)
I also get that feeling but backwards! I am 5’0″ and find it profoundly unsettling when I am taller than other adults, because that is not the way it is supposed to do. I can see the tops of people’s heads! Is that normal? It doesn’t feel normal.
Oh god I am two inches taller than you (sorry) and when I am around a Taller Woman I feel personally insulted. How DARE you. How DARE.
I wonder if this is what men feel like all the time, angry at people who are taller than they are.
I think you may have just explained Some Things.
well not exactly, sometimes we are mad at people who are shorter than us for being mad that we are taller
Being a man sounds very tiring.
I have two reactions to your post.
One is: YAY! Another tall woman! Let’s talk about trying to buy pants!
Two is: A tall woman who is taller than me! Let’s do that talking online and never meet in person, okay? Thx.
How about that horrible way one piece swimsuits try to climb INSIDE us? Long torsos exist!
I am not tall, but I have the torso of a tall woman and … yeah. I wear bikinis out of sheer necessity.
I’m the same height as you, and in high school, my sport once had a national competition in a city at the same time as national volleyball championships. Whenever I went outside, I was surrounded by taller, fitter women in the tiniest shorts. It was very rattling to me and very appreciated by the teenage male athletes from my sport.
I’m also 5’10” and my tiny company just hired a woman who shares my name and is 6’3″! It’s a very weird feeling.
I’m liking the thought of two tall women named Supergogo working at the same small company.
wait hold up what ARE feelings then?
“Feelings” are those little colourful birds on the backs of hippopotami. They only exist to gently nibble at your skin, but only if you’re a hippopotamus.
Garbage fires.
Right?!?! Guys, am I really just a robot???
I know…. are feelings kinesthetic or tactile and the things mistaken for feelings – are they actually emotions or a response to something (song, realizations, smells, etc)?
-Entering a room just as “A message from the King, a message from the King, a message from the Kiiiiiing!” comes through my earphones.
This has never happened to me but twice in the last week I got to enter a room with “ENTER ME (he says in parentheses)”
How much someone else wants me to have a feeling
I can’t tell you how often and intensely this inspires my feelings and never in a good way.
Wearing a nice hat.
Losing track of time and suddenly realizing it’s 45 minutes later than you thought.
Sore muscles.
Losing track of time and suddenly realizing it’s 45 minutes later than you thought.
Living life the askelade way 100%
my whole life
– twilit evenings near the summer solstice
– new jeans
– the faint odor of cigarettes
I’m here for the cigarettes.
Make that new tennis shoes for me. Ray Bradbury captured that so well in Dandelion Wine.
Ooh for me it’s “this person reminds me subconsciously of another person” (usually a face or voice thing). Sometimes it takes me literal YEARS to realize that the way I feel about someone is subtly colored by the way I feel about someone else who has nothing to do with them.
Yes, this, all the time. I only realized two days ago that my fondness of a hopeless, helpless acquaintance was based entirely on projected feelings about someone else I knew years ago.
A professor I had talked about how being tall is not a virtue and I was STUNNED like “omygod…damn it he is right what am I gonna do now? everything that I once had is gone.”
anyway yes it took me 20 years
So, about the time it took me to discover that just because something is an old proverb or a catchy rhyme doesn’t mean it’s true, then
It was a great day when I realised I didn’t have to back down just because my opponent managed to remember a famous quote that sounded decisive. No, the grass does NOT always seem greener on the other side while actually being equal, and I don’t have to pretend that it’s a weighty argument just because the proverb is a “thing”!
Edited to add: so what I’m saying is that “proverb truthiness” is easily confused with the actual feeling of correctness
The grass is always greener on the other side = this is a fixable problem which i intend to dismiss by drawing a parallel to some sort of quixotic longing
“My children have lice” is the very unpleasant feeling I have been having the last two days. I am now a very skilled amateur nitpicker.
I have been there! It does eventually end!
Ooo, worst feeling! We are under lice watch as there was a case at daycare. Which means we can’t do anything about it yet, as I haven’t spotted one yet, but I itch constantly and am sure it is inevitable.
There right now! Thought we were done but then I got the feeling that my husband should check my head again and he got the feeling that he should go buy more (apparently ineffective) lice shampoo. However, this does eventually lead to the feeling of sleeping on fresh hot from the dryer sheets. Don’t let anyone tell you that’s not a feeling, it totally is.
I remember the dread of ‘I have to tell my mother I have lice’
Sunglasses and warm days are definitely a feeling!
30 degrees and grey out is also a feeling, but I’m not supposed to share because it makes other people uncomfortable and think I’m weird.
Waiting for a Facebook message reply from someone you have a crush on.
just held down the “o” in “nooooo” so long that my keyboard thought I was looking for a fancy o from a different language.
i.e.: if there are any feelings any more, then I feel this one. HARD.
Especially if that crush is unrequited.
i just now randomly heard the theme music from Amelie and burst into tears. I have no idea why.
Theme music is definitely a feeling. Especially the theme music to Hill Street Blues. It’s a show I’ve never seen more than four episodes of, but sometimes I watch the credits just to feel all the feelings that come from a police car slowly driving through city streets to a melancholy Mike Post score.
My mom recently told me that she had to take a break from watching Vikings because the theme song was legit making her too melancholy — “It’s just so DIRGEY, I couldn’t take it anymore!” (I, meanwhile, jumped out of my skin with excitement and yelped with joy the first time I watched it and heard Fever Ray; I held my tongue instead of telling her that if she thinks that’s bleak, she should try listening to the entire album on repeat for days on end. Like I did when it came out. And, uh, still sometimes do.)
The WEATHER. Weather is definitely, definitely a feeling.
Also:
– day of week
– time of year
– comfort or discomfort of clothes
I’m pretty sure that good weather vs. bad weather are my only emotions. That and tired vs. lying in bed.
During sunny, perfect days like yesterday I have strange feelings of liking being outside and turning around my plant-murdering ways and becoming a Patio-Garden Fairy Queen. And then I remember that takes effort and I will probably not always feel like doing that.
Blizzard In April is the current feeling of Southern Ontario.
Granted, we have this feeling every year but somehow it always still throws us for a loop.
– Hungry
– Not sure if hungry or full
– Not hungry but that food looks really delicious
All of these, plus the separate feeling that is “fresh fish curry,” one of the few positive emotions I have left in this life.
Being hungover, let’s be honest, is not a feeling but ALWAYS feels like it.
Needing to sneeze
Looking out the window when it just starts to snow
Shooting stars
Squinting
The smell of burnt toast, popcorn at the movie theater, or really great fabric softener on the clean shirt of a crush
Colors
Oh hell. Your second list-item happened the day I fell in love with my Ongoing Romantic Complication, which was also the day we met, and it was the most perfect day, and now I’m having the “remembering looking out the window when it just starts to snow” feeling.
I expect to see most of these as side characters on the sequel to Inside Out.
At the other extreme, I tried to write a fanfic of psychotic manic Riley where all her emotions collapse into Joy, who then binds and gags Sadness and locks her in a closet and lights her own hair on fire. It didn’t get far before I frightened myself.
Way too much coffee on a Sunday afternoon?
My list:
-being too cold
-being too tired
-hungry (but this has been addressed by another commenter)
Basically, I’m very much motivated by my basic needs of warmth, dryness, adequate sleep, and food.
Thank your hypothalamus today!
I have this barely-conscious bias that Californians are sort of morally suspect, which is borne entirely out of the conviction that Weather is responsible for nearly all of my feelings. If I lived somewhere with perpetually nice weather, I would never know sadness, and the constantly cheerful are always somewhat suspect.
As someone who doesn’t enjoy weather over 65 degrees F-
“Wondering what it would be like to have a viable place you could move to where the weather was always perfect.” is a feeling I have a lot.
Oh my god yes
I have never tried any drugs because I am A Rules Person* and also terrified of anything that would put me out of control of my mind. BUT. Ecstasy sounds literally FASCINATING and it’s the only drug where people tell me about their experiences on it and it is… kind of profound sounding? From what people tell me about it, it sounds like it would qualify as an actual feeling.
*I mean, ffs, my username is “Middlemarch” because when I read the dang book my reaction was “DOROTHEA, C’EST MOI.” I swear I’m fun at parties, guys.
Some people get profound, some people get the experience my old coworker had of talking to his poster of Axel Rose for several hours. He described him as “nice, but not very interesting”
Oddly enough I have a relative who knew him back in the 80’s (husband was a music producer) and her review is about the same.
Huh, maybe ecstasy really does expand your consciousness or whatever.
Ecstasy is less fun than people who are currently regularly doing ecstasy will let on.
A question, though: does it work if you don’t wear those furry rave boots? I’ve heard those are important. http://www.halloweencostumes.com/child-red-furry-…
I think the artificial letdown of extra serotonin doesn’t care about sartorial choices except inasmuch as while you’re grinding your teeth touching furry or otherwise pleasant textures adds to the “oh wow.” No furry shoe, however, will assist your brain when it looks for its next regular serotonin letdown and nothing is there but bad feelings and spiders.
Honestly I think I just want an excuse to get a bunch of glow sticks and bedazzled bras and furry boots and that itself would qualify as a drug for me.
That’s called “Halloween at the gay bar” and I approve of it, as it has no dangerous side effects.
Yes, what popelizbet said.
I regularly did Ecstasy in my 20s and it was very fun! I haven’t touched it for many years, and would not now, and don’t expect to ever do it again, but I am very happy that I had a really really good time with my life when my body and circumstances could handle it.
It also really helped with my social anxiety and I made lifelong friends through partying. No regrets here!
Your username paired with your comment is KILLING ME right now. A+.
Heh, I am A Rules Person as well, and haven’t done drugs. I am also about halfway through reading Middlemarch for the first time!
Ecstasy is *very* fun, I take it super infrequently and always have a great time. However, the best place to do it for me is actually in a dark room with a few close friends and at least one person that I can cuddle and makeout with. If you are not used to taking drugs and do it in a loud party you might have an awesome time, and you might end up feeling way overstimulated, going home and watching the Royal Tenenbaums with your roommate’s cat. Which is a nice way to spend an evening but a waste of a pill. The real benefit is the ability to have vulnerable, deep connections without fear, and also how ridiculously great it feels to cuddle a friendly person who smells good.
Yessss. I don’t understand people who take it at parties, for me the best place is 100% a blanket fort with lots of twinkly lights to look at, someone to have a deep conversation wit,h and maybe a bubble gun.
Just swinging by to high-five a fellow Rules Person who identifies with Dorothea! (I have also never tried any drugs, and find most scary-sounding.)
Whatever song is playing, very yes. I thought I was very melancholy this morning, turns out The National just came on shuffle.
The National is a bulletproof source of feels.
bra on too long, yes, but it’s pants on too long that really gets feeling all sorts of non feelings.
Jimbo: “aw, now these pants are chafin’ me!”
My boyfriend and I quote this regularly whenever we get romantic.
Alcohol.
I have work tomorrow but there’s Alcohol
on my period
going to be on my period in the future
was recently on my period
Yes, this! Can never decide how legitimate my feelings are when I suspect they are period-related
I was about to post ‘how is there not a post mentioning PMS already’! yes.
“Just pooped” is basically indistinguishable from euphoria
I cannot tell a lie, pooping at work is one of my favorite things, because I get to feel so superior to people who chronically have what Liz Lemon calls “an away toilet issue.” Take that, mofos, I can poop anywhere I want.
Our work toilets have the best flushes, so I do enjoy a work poop. I am also giggling like mad at the just pooped = euphoria because it’s so true.
I deeply envy you. My son refers to this as “own bowl syndrome”, and I absolutely have it.
Are you a cat? My cat certainly has post-poop euphoria.
pants on too long
drinking too much water and having to pee every twenty minutes for the next four hours.
yeah why does that happen? like, come on, tissue, absorb!
The bottom of a bag of coffee
My cat is asleep during working hours
A hole where a book should be
Taking smaller and smaller bites at the end of a shared dessert instead of someone just eating the last piece
Thunder
A hole where a book should be
This is a crushing feeling indeed.
“smaller and smaller bites.” yes.
Your bottom of a bag of coffee made me think of the feelings I get finishing a tube of lip balm and a pen I’ve used down to the last bit of ink.
Thunder is a fantastic feeling
I had a very “these might be feelings” kind of weekend:
Warm concrete
When someone winks at you for probably no reason maybe he had something in his eye
That song they play in the bar sometimes
I mistake lunch time for a feeling often. I’m doing it now. ALSO Mallory is going to get me to invest in a tinfoil hat if she doesn’t get out of my brain.
I don’t know what constitutes feelings, anymore.
“Can’t talk, arms are trees” is still very much a feeling of mine.
Here are some more:
– Arriving at work with wet hair
– Being hot and thirsty at an outdoors event
– The unique despair that descends in the middle of a Target, or Walmart
– Tenderness and pity upon seeing the disparity between the real life and the Facebook life of a close friend who is going through a hard time
– Being Around Old People
– Seeing a little girl with a butterfly shirt at a bus stop
– That one road with all the Potholes
– Living in a City with lots of stereotypes attached to it and the fondness/horror you feel when the City lives up to those stereotypes
– there’s good food at a boring event
WALMART DESPAIR YES.
There’s a reason the division of labor in my house involves me doing the shopping as little as possible even though I will happily drive to the store for someone else to do it.
Legit.
Is there such a thing as a road WITHOUT potholes? Asking for a friend.
The Facebook vs. Real Life is an interesting one. Sometimes even a legal one.
Uugh on the Walmart despair. I have a vacillating one at the liquor store. (In a very conservative state.) This is between thinking people seem very interesting, and I can’t believe I am here with these same people.
Our Target was actually quite nice when I was there, years ago. It also helps to pronounce it like my Aunt. Tar-chey.
… I kind of wonder if we live in the same city. Upper Midwest?
I watched a kdrama once, it made me cry, were my tears real feelings?
fuck you they were feelings.
-rage crying because you hate the secondary female lead SO MUCH
-weeping with gratitude because they finally fucking kissed
-over-identifying with everyone whose mother is pure kdrama evil
All are feelings, definitely.
I am only in the middle of my second kdrama, and I have accidentally picked two with Jang Na Ra as the lead. Half of the show is me sitting there making sad faces because noooooo who is making her cry?? they need to be punched in the face!
FEELINGS
Sometimes I will seek out a book or film that looks like it will make me have a feeling, and I hear Dennis Reynolds in my head saying “I wanna see if I can shake some emotion loose” and then worry about being too similar to the world’s most despicable character.
– that first drink of a perfect cocktail
– walking in the sun
– when someone you would like to do so takes your hand when walking
– leaving the windows open all night
“Just reflecting whatever feeling the person sitting close to me appears to be having”
“How much someone else wants me to have a feeling”
Are you trying to suggest that I am allowed to have feelings of my own? But only if they include the feeling of guilt, right? That’s how it works, right?
– Someone just made/brought me a cup of coffee, unbidden.
– My dishes are conspiring against me by being unwashed.
– A localized vacuum appears to have swallowed all my teaspoons.
– Awaking from a nap which was insufficient.
– A perfect sentence.
– Laughing with friends.
I have that insufficient nap feeling twice this weekend, and I’m still resentful.
It. is. the. worst. I entirely support your persistent resentfulness.
– hair needs washing
– fluorescent lighting
Is fluorescent lighting still not a feeling if you have migraines?
fluorescent overhead lighting is a feeling so real and specific that i can’t compare it to any other feelings.
Trying to figure out how to say something difficult so the other person doesn’t realize I’ve said it, but I get credit for saying it.
Don’t need more coffee, but will probably have more coffee.
Am I too old to take up smoking?
Getting sick – I’m usually about two days late taking a sick day, because I mistake it for a really bad mood, or maybe something existentially wrong with me.
Baby’s been up since 3:00 (often mistaken for hate of all people)
Baby slept in until 6:15 (often mistaken for love of everything)
(today is of the first example) (though I often hate everything anyway) (but it’s more pronounced now)
As a non-child-haver and sleep-lover (who hasn’t ruled out having kids), the phrase “slept in until 6:15” is filling me with existential dread
AS WELL IT SHOULD
(I was extolling my own virtues Saturday, having let Mr. LF sleep in until 7:30, which he complained did not count at all as sleeping in, until I pointed out that the rest of us had been up since 5:00, so he could suck it.)
pretty sure that madame clairvoyant’s horoscopes are almost definitely also maybe feelings (or things to mistake for feelings) http://the-toast.net/2016/04/04/madame-clairevoya…
I found a stick of gum in my purse earlier today. Does that count as a feeling?
Dehydration and sweaty underboob.
Sudden loud noises.
Light on trees.
About to start having a migraine.
Slept about 4 hours too many.
Pasta.
-my nail polish is chipping
-I’ve been sitting for more than 1 hour
-anything that comes up in Facebook’s “On This Day”
-reading this article
Having a beard when its super cold outside.
Underwear hot out of the dryer.
The person sitting next to me getting off of the bus so I have the entire seat to myself.
is ‘why is my hand bleeding?’ a feeling, because i get that one a lot
Related: “Where did that bruise come from…?”
Hungry?
Hangriness.
Standing too close to the straight friend on whom you have a desperate physical (but somehow not sexual) crush.
-did not eat when you were hungry and now are somehow not hungry and full of manic energy
when i’m on my third glass of wine and Rent is about to get to the part where they’re singing in the round
Being cold.
Being hungry.
Wearing slippers.
-Standing in the eye of a storm
-Cigarettes
-Thinking about people you don’t love anymore and still care about
-Attractive people I’ve only talked to once or twice remembering my name and starting a conversation
If these things are not feelings, then what are “feelings”. What is feeling what?
Wait.
I’m having a feeling right now! It’s:
Sunrise after a night of insomnia and starting to fall asleep just when I should be going to work.
That’s totally a feeling.
I frequently mistake thirst for depression. They feel very similar!
There are words in German for all of these (including everything in the comments), but they are extremely rarely used, even by Germans, which is probably good, because one or two of them are killing words. In fact, not even the Germans can pronounce some of the more obscure ones–a few of them use the normally-forbidden tri-umlaut, or as they say, Drëiümläut–and it’s rumored that the most bizarre one, which seems to want to twist your tongue into a Moebius (or Möbius) strip, has the odd side effect that correctly pronouncing it turns you into a god. Only one person has supposedly done so, a chartered accountant from Kaiserslautern who was horribly embarrassed by the whole thing and let his godhood lapse, but not before using his deific powers to edit the popular but dangerous eighth day, Lokiday, out of existence.
Teenage boys laughing.
I have issues with the butch = masculine thing (I'm the former, don't ID with the latter), but as a 5'6" woman, I have a FEELING when I am shorter than my partner.
I imagine it's not unlike how an average dude feels when a female partner is taller than him.
Anyway, my partner is 3 inches taller than me, and I still feel self-conscious (not in a bad way), if we get all gussied up and go out anywhere. Or if we're just, you know, walking around in general.
We've only been together for 5 years. And it's kind of amazing I hadn't managed to have a taller partner than me in nearly 20 years of dating women.
Long hair is never long enough, short hair is never short enough, and I always wish I'd washed my hair more recently.
My most felt feeling: acid reflux.
And relatedly, asking myself: is it acid reflux, or anxiety?
Finishing the last book an author has written. You can enter that world no more. So sad.
-rage crying because you hate the secondary female lead SO MUCH
-weeping with gratitude because they finally fucking kissed
-over-identifying with everyone whose mother is pure kdrama evil
All are feelings, definitely.