1. Hugs from my thick & moody black cat, Buffy. She doesn't always appreciate attention, but there are times when she'll just purr loudly when I pick her up & lean in hard against my face. It's fucking adorable, because I know I'm getting affection from an animal that hates most of the human race.
2. People hugs -- the completely genuine sort. Long full squeezes that help put me back together, from people that appreciate me. Not some half-assed cold & forced bullshit.
3. Finding out that someone has good memories involving me. I tend to just assume I cease to exist to other people once I'm out of their sight.
4. Hearing songs and artists in my kids' Spotify playlists that I introduced them to.
5. Marzetti Sweet Italian dressing (TASTE BUD ORGASM).
6. Rappers with thick British accents.
8. Driving through an automatic car wash and watching the pretty colors of the foam soap on the windows. Mesmerizing.
9. Watching a horror movie with every light in the house turned off. Sometimes I just need a good spookin'.
10. Predicting the odd future event (good things, I mean, not dread) somewhat accurately. Makes me feel like I might be in control of this whole simulation (aka life) after all.
