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10 Feelings We've All Experienced

Feelings, we've all got em. Except sociopaths. Whoops, that got dark. Anyway, I've come up with ten identifiable feelings that I feel that we've all felt at least once in our lives.

1. Deja vu. Somehow, somewhere you've been in this exact same position in life doing the exact same thing with the exact same people. It's so hard to explain and it when it happens the feeling is impossible to ignore.

2. When the most specific and insignificant memories pop in your head and it shouldn't be specific at all but somehow you remember that Tuesday afternoon in April when you were seven years old and you were eating Lucky Charms and watching Spongebob.

3. When your nose is stuffed and you remember all of the times you took being able to breathe out of your nose for granted.

4. Keeping your eyes open when you're sleepy seems like the hardest task in the world.

5. When there is a light breeze and the sun hits your skin and everything just feels right.

6. Taking off an annoying piece of clothing after having it on all day and putting on comfy clothes.

7. Waking up from a very real but very weird dream and PRAYING that none of it was real.

8. Utter impatience. Whether you're waiting at the door for a package, or an email saying you got the job, WAITING SUCKS!

9. When the thing you've been stressing about for so long finally ends and you can completely relax.

10. Pure happiness. I truly hope everyone has had at least one moment in their life when they're completely stopped in their tracks because they're overwhelmed by how happy they are in this very moment.

I'm curious, what's your favorite feeling of all time? Mine is laughter that brings you to tears and makes your stomach hurt, a pain I'm okay with enduring. Let me know yours! Have a great day!!!!!!!


  1. Best feeling: walking outside on the first warm day of the year without a jacket and not getting goosebumps


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