[QUOTE=King Tiger;37027629]I just tried watching all the videos and I have come to the conclusion that you are a fucking weirdo if you think this shit is relaxing because it is at best extremely boring and at worst scary and unnerving.[/QUOTE]
"If you enjoy things that I don't enjoy you're a fucking weirdo"
well done mate
[QUOTE=Maloof?;37027816]"If you enjoy things that I don't enjoy you're a fucking weirdo"
well done mate[/QUOTE]
Yep
Its a bit kreepy. I do get a feeling but I'm not sure if I like it.
No thanks, I prefer psychedelic mushrooms.
I would kill to be able to get this feeling in a prolonged or predictable manner
I get it for a few fleeting seconds from certain sequences in anime, games and music (usually the pinnacle of a story or something 'big' (such as crowds cheering, anime fantasy wind effects, anything thought provoking involving the whole human race, etc.)) as well as sometimes during nostalgia
None of the youtube videos do it for me. In fact I can't think of anything on youtube that has apart from the Sony PS1 startup sequence
Trigger by songs
Trigger by other things
Two different things
Two of the same
[editline]31st July 2012[/editline]
[QUOTE=VagueWisdom;37027057]That's not what ASMR is, when I get it it, it's like the back of my head is being massaged, and some other stuff I can't quite explain.
[editline]1st August 2012[/editline]
This video triggers it quite well for me.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFRWxsLELNA&feature=plcp[/media][/QUOTE]
Gah, why do they always have to do shit in slow motion. It makes it feel so goddamn creepy and non-authentic.
Temperature changes, or more exactly the shivering caused by them seem to be pretty good at illiciting ASMR reactions for me.
Someone telling me emotionally-laden things (e.g. "I love you.") does the trick as well.
[QUOTE=Thaard;37022965][video=youtube;J6V4J_7tnwg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6V4J_7tnwg&feature=channel&list=UL[/video][/QUOTE]
I know I can experience ASMR because it sometimes happens to me when I listen to some music or watch some movies, however it was never consistent, sadly. I have tried numerous videos to try and trigger it, and this is the first one that has done it! I think it is the whispering into each ear, any more videos with this? Emotional things help trigger it for me too. It once was triggered when I was receiving a hug from my girlfriend, and it got kinda awkward. :v:
And they always whisper stupid shit.
[QUOTE=SCopE5000;37022351]I came across ASMR when I first started exploring with states-of-mind and improving the quality of my experience.
[B]I had an epiphany from reading a particular passage in a book that put me into a days-look full body euphoria which pretty much felt like orgasm continuously.[/B].
A year and a bit on, I have to say you can pretty much summon the same effects as ASMR within yourself from anything. Am I saying you can control neurochemicals and make yourself incredibly happy or any number of other things on demand? Pretty much, yes.
Do you really want to? I can't advise you on that.
It's a beautiful and rare thing to experience such euphoria, certainly, and prior to beginning my exploration, I had no clue that such things existed.[/QUOTE]
GIVE US THE BLOODY PASSAGE MAN!
I can do it without any stimuli. =)
All I gotta do is "flex" a muscle in my head, and I get waves of this feeling rushing down from my head all across my body, and it is frankly almost better than sex.
[QUOTE=ItsMozy;37022999]Now I think I do find some video's of women talking to the camera enjoyable, to certain extent.
The video in OP is weird as fuck.
EDIT: after watching some other video's in this thread, I noticed they where also weird as fuck, who the fuck makes this shit.
2ND EDIT: What the fuck, I am so fucking intrigued by the fact these "normal" girls make these video, but for what audience?[B] Is it for dudes who have never had a girlfriend and enjoy someone talking directly to them or whatever[/B].[/QUOTE]
Yes that's exactly what it is, thanks for playing and have fun
On-topic: yeah some of these videos are pretty damn odd. I usually experience ASMR from videos that don't deliberately try to provoke this feeling, like a Japanese tea ceremony, decent voiceover of a tutorial or playthrough (guy or girl voice goes, really), "unboxing" videos, and the like.
[I]Some[/I] of the videos that are aimed at ASMR are pretty good. Others? Either trying way too hard to the point of just being weird or whispering so damn quietly that I literally need to turn up every volume on my computer ever, only to regret it later when I start playing music. wtc
[QUOTE=King Tiger;37027629]I just tried watching all the videos and I have come to the conclusion that you are a fucking weirdo if you think this shit is relaxing because it is at best extremely boring and at worst scary and unnerving.[/QUOTE]
Good conclusion, you should be a quantum physics scientist
Also, ASMRs feel really weird when you have sunburns on your shoulders.
ASMR stuff is aurally pleasing to me, but it's not very pronounced.
[QUOTE=FunnyBunny;37029653]GIVE US THE BLOODY PASSAGE MAN![/QUOTE]
search his name in the depression chat, he posted it there
Isn't this like how when you piss you usually get a shiver after?
Here's the king of ASMR:
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MghiBW3r65M[/media]
Bob Ross does it great for me, same with these whispering videos, though not to as high a degree. I think the best I got it though was when I was in kindergarten and we had to write words on people's backs with our fingers and see if they could figure out what word we spelled. When I was being written on it felt amazing and I wished it lasted longer.
I'm glad I know what this is now, if I was able to release this on command it'd help so much when I get stressed out.
[QUOTE=FunnyBunny;37029653]GIVE US THE BLOODY PASSAGE MAN![/QUOTE]
It's the opening few chapters from Unweaving the Rainbow by Richard Dawkins.
Close your mind, wait until you're relaxed fully, perhaps in bed before you sleep tonight, and then focus your full attention and awe on this true passage.
[quote= Richard Dawkins]We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are
never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential
people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never
see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those
unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than
Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our
DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these
stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.
Moralists and theologians place great weight upon the moment of
conception, seeing it as the instant at which the soul comes into
existence. If, like me, you are unmoved by such talk, you still must
regard a particular instant, nine months before your birth, as the most
decisive event in your personal fortunes. It is the moment at which your
consciousness suddenly became trillions of times more foreseeable than
it was a split second before. To be sure, the embryonic you that came
into existence still had plenty of hurdles to leap. Most conceptuses end in
early abortion before their mother even knew they were there, and we are
all lucky not to have done so. Also, there is more to personal identity
than genes, as identical twins (who separate after the moment of
fertilization) show us. Nevertheless, the instant at which a particular
spermatozoon penetrated a particular egg was, in your private hindsight,
a moment of dizzying singularity. It was then that the odds against your
becoming a person dropped from astronomical to single figures.
The lottery starts before we are conceived. Your parents had to meet, and
the conception of each was as improbable as your own. And so on back,
through your four grandparents and eight great grandparents, back to
where it doesn't bear thinking about. Desmond Morris opens his
autobiography, Animal Days (1979), in characteristically arresting vein:
Napoleon started it all. If it weren't for him, I might not be sitting here
now writing these words . . . for it was one of his cannonballs, fired in the
Peninsular War, that shot off the arm of my great-great grandfather,
James Morris, and altered the whole course of my family history.
Morris tells how his ancestor's enforced change of career had various
knock-on effects culminating in his own interest in natural history. But
he really needn't have bothered. There's no 'might' about it. Of course he
owes his very existence to Napoleon. So do I and so do you. Napoleon
didn't have to shoot off James Morris's arm in order to seal young
Desmond's fate, and yours and mine, too. Not just Napoleon but the
humblest medieval peasant had only to sneeze in order to affect
something which changed something else which, after a long chain
reaction, led to the consequence that one of your would-be ancestors
failed to be your ancestor and became somebody else's instead. I'm not
talking about 'chaos theory', or the equally trendy 'complexity theory',
but just about the ordinary statistics of causation. The thread of
historical events by which our existence hangs is wincingly tenuous.
When compared with the stretch of time unknown to us, O king, the
present life of men on earth is like the flight of a single sparrow through
the hall where, in winter, you sit with your captains and ministers.
Entering at one door and leaving by another, while it is inside it is
untouched by the wintry storm; but this brief interval of calm is over in a
moment, and it returns to the winter whence it came, vanishing from
your sight Man's life is similar-, and of what follows it, or what went
before, we are utterly ignorant.
This is another respect in which we are lucky. The universe is older than
a hundred million centuries. Within a comparable time the sun will swell
to a red giant and engulf the earth. Every century of hundreds of millions
has been in its time, or will be when its time comes, 'the present century'.
Interestingly, some physicists don't like the idea of a 'moving present',
regarding it as a subjective phenomenon for which they find no house
room in their equations. But it is a subjective argument I am making.
How it feels to me, and I guess to you as well, is that the present moves
from the past to the future, like a tiny spotlight, inching its way along a
gigantic ruler of time. Everything behind the spotlight is in darkness, the
darkness of the dead past. Everything ahead of the spotlight is in the
darkness of the unknown future. The odds of your century being the one
in the spotlight are the same as the odds that a penny, tossed down at
random, will land on a particular ant crawling somewhere along the road
from New York to San Francisco. In other words, it is overwhelmingly
probable that you are dead.
In spite of these odds, you will notice that you are, as a matter of fact,
alive. People whom the spotlight has already passed over, and people
whom the spotlight has not reached, are in no position to read a book. I
am equally lucky to be in a position to write one, although I may not be
when you read these words. Indeed, I rather hope that I shall be dead
when you do. Don't misunderstand me. I love life and hope to go on for a
long time yet, but any author wants his works to reach the largest
possible readership. Since the total future population is likely to
outnumber my contemporaries by a large margin, I cannot but aspire to
be dead when you see these words. Facetiously seen, it turns out to be
no more than a hope that my book will not soon go out of print. But what
I see as I write is that I am lucky to be alive and so are you.
We live on a planet that is all but perfect for our kind of life: not too
warm and not too cold, basking in kindly sunshine, softly watered; a
gently spinning, green and gold harvest festival of a planet. Yes, and alas,
there are deserts and slums; there is starvation and racking misery to be
found. But take a look at the competition. Compared with most planets
this is paradise, and parts of earth are still paradise by any standards.
What are the odds that a planet picked at random would have these
complaisant properties? Even the most optimistic calculation would put
it at less than one in a million.
Imagine a spaceship full of sleeping explorers, deep-frozen would-be
colonists of some distant world. Perhaps the ship is on a forlorn mission
to save the species before an unstoppable comet, like the one that killed
the dinosaurs, hits the home planet. The voyagers go into the deep-freeze
soberly reckoning the odds against their spaceship's ever chancing upon
a planet friendly to life. If one in a million planets is suitable at best, and
it takes centuries to travel from each star to the next, the spaceship is
pathetically unlikely to find a tolerable, let alone safe, haven for its
sleeping cargo.
But imagine that the ship's robot pilot turns out to be unthinkably lucky.
After millions of years the ship does find a planet capable of sustaining
life: a planet of equable temperature, bathed in warm starshine,
refreshed by oxygen and water. The passengers, Rip van Winkles, wake
stumbling into the light. After a million years of sleep, here is a whole
new fertile globe, a lush planet of warm pastures, sparkling streams and
waterfalls, a world bountiful with creatures, darting through alien green
felicity. Our travellers walk entranced, stupefied, unable to believe their
unaccustomed senses or their luck.
As I said, the story asks for too much luck; it would never happen. And
yet, isn't that what has happened to each one of us? We have woken after
hundreds of millions of years asleep, defying astronomical odds.
Admittedly we didn't arrive by spaceship, we arrived by being born, and
we didn't burst conscious into the world but accumulated awareness
gradually through babyhood. The fact that we slowly apprehend our
world, rather than suddenly discover it, should not subtract from its
wonder.
Of course I am playing tricks with the idea of luck, putting the cart
before the horse. It is no accident that our kind of life finds itself on a
planet whose temperature, rainfall and everything else are exactly right.
If the planet were suitable for another kind of life, it is that other kind of
life that would have evolved here. But we as individuals are still hugely
blessed. Privileged, and not just privileged to enjoy our planet. More, we
are granted the opportunity to understand why our eyes are open, and
why they see what they do, in the short time before they close for ever.[/quote]
If you get any sensation, feeling or sudden realization from this, really let it soak in and allow it to overcome you..
Maybe I should suggest printing it off without reading it, putting it somewhere you'll stumble across one day, forgetting about it entirely, and then reading it by chance one day when you accidentally stumble across it. - as perhaps it's unexpectedness is the reason for why it functioned so well for me - I wasn't reading the book expecting.. well.. anything at all really. It just happened.
on the subject of bob ross
[hd]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLO7tCdBVrA[/hd]
Never heard of this stuff before but it does explain certain things I've noticed about myself. Regardless I tried watching some of the videos and I just feel like to much of a fucking idiot to let it work for me.
I guess it's just one of those things that I can only enjoy when it occurs naturally.
I've never felt anything like that.
These videos makes me feel uncomfortable as hell and makes me feel like I'm getting sexually molested.
[QUOTE=Amiga OS;37025015]
This one sets me off, everyone has shit Mics with a crap tonne of noise in the background, its hard to find good videos.[/QUOTE]
OH GOD THIS ONE
Is ASMR about that tingling feeling in the lower back? Because i find it really uncomfortable instead of relaxing
[editline]1st August 2012[/editline]
Actually sometimes it's so uncomfortable that i unwillingly bend my back towards it
Does it count when I get goosebumps and a nice tingle when a girl whispers in my ear? It's the best fucking feeling I know.
The orgasm isn't half as good as listening to the girl moan :v:
[QUOTE=CAPSMAN!;37034051]Does it count when I get goosebumps and a nice tingle when a girl whispers in my ear? It's the best fucking feeling I know.
The orgasm isn't half as good as listening to the girl moan :v:[/QUOTE]
That's kinda different, it has to do with the erogenous zone humans have at their ear and inner ear hairs.
Sort of like "having your neck hairs stand straight" but inside of your ear tube. ASMR is generally a euphoric feeling at the tip of your spine / neck / back of the brain / brain massage, but in theory it can also be triggered through whispering close to the ear so it's all a big mess
Listening to Taggart yelling profanities triggers this for me
that video was so fuckin wierd what the fuck
I don't get anything pleasurable at all from these videos, but I do get frisson from particularly good music. Other than that, I have no memory of feeling anything like asmr.
In other news, that 3d haircut video makes me squirm, it feels weird in the base of my neck. I fell out of my chair when he put the bag over my head, I was convulsing on the floor.
ASMR feeling people, does [URL="https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1707143/sample.mp3"]this[/URL] feel like anything to you. (make sure you wear headphones)
I downloaded an album of that music genre to try it, but I never got to listen to it. Gonna try now
Some cool videos
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLAma-lrJRM[/media]
[QUOTE=Mr. Chop;37037688]I don't get anything pleasurable at all from these videos, but I do get frisson from particularly good music. Other than that, I have no memory of feeling anything like asmr.
In other news, that 3d haircut video makes me squirm, it feels weird in the base of my neck. I fell out of my chair when he put the bag over my head, I was convulsing on the floor.
ASMR feeling people, does [URL="https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1707143/sample.mp3"]this[/URL] feel like anything to you. (make sure you wear headphones)[/QUOTE]
Does nothing for me.
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