
It’s pretty much the one thing we can all agree we’ve either done or spent time thinking about doing.
It’s why you dress a certain way, why you work a certain job, why you drive a certain car.
It’s what gives life and gives life meaning.
It’s one of the few things in this world where the enjoyment of it is only equaled, and in many ways outdone by, its pursuit.
It’s fueled the creation of movies, television shows and music for decades. Centuries, in the case of music.
It can last as long or as short as you like.
It’s spawned an industry all its own.
It really only requires two people, but can handle as many your imagination can dream.
It’s possibly the only thing we like doing that we never want to imagine anyone we know doing.
It sells magazines.
It literally changes the chemistry of your brain and is good for you.
It can somehow make you feel incredible and horrific, all in the same way.
It fundamentally alters relationships between the people involved and is generally irreversible in that sense.
It brings people together, makes them closer physically, emotionally and spiritually.
It’s being done all over the world, all the time.
It’s pretty damn great.
It’s the second best feeling.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: When someone sees you.