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ASMR? (Or: Girls Whispering At You)

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autonomous_sensory_meridian_response

It's this thing where pretty girls sit in quiet rooms to whisper and tap objects and open bags and chew gum...all for the viewers pleasure. Apparently there are people who feel things from it...like, quiet vibrations in their brains and bodies? Or something? There are insomniacs who use it to fall asleep.

I've tried to have it explained to me before, taking it for some weird fad for dorky virgins and psychotic perverts or whatever...

^ That's an explanatory video which I didn't make passed the 19 second mark of...because I had to pause it there...in hysterical laughter...

...because I felt it. I felt her touch me. I slapped my desk and threw my headphones across the room, just laughing like a mad man until she kicked me out. So I moved over to this one...

Which started out cool, even though I quickly got the feeling she wasn't quite listening to me remind her I was only there for the wash, not the cut... I gave up telling her about my day by the time she (twice) falsely called me blond, figuring out she wasn't paying any attention at all...which made things even more alarming when she started tearing my shit out with that spiked-club she called a brush, and then sprayed me right in the eyes...I finally got out of there at around 4:30 when she took me to the "wash room" and tried to dunk my head in a toilet.

Anyway, it's a neat phenomenon. I experience it in book stores and libraries, and from the smell of nail polish but that's probably just from huffing the fumes. Gasoline, too.