Ask him if he’s ever heard of the Greek concept “catharsis”.
90 minutes of Bikram Yoga. I used to hate sweating, but when I walk out of the studio, I feel so good.
When the clog of plemn in the back of your throat is too far back to blow out, so it finally goes down with a large inhale.
Steady lactate burn in my legs on a hard hill climb on my bike.
Sudden drop and wicked acceleration in the pit of my stomach while in a tuck position on my skis.
That moment when you’ve exceeded the limits of your car’s ability to hold the snowy road and you steer and break and fight to regain it while the car slides with a mind of it’s own… until suddenly you regain traction and narrowly avoid sliding right into the ditch or curb.
You know if you bend your toes the right way against the muscles, your toes tense up and lock up. It usually hurts, but feels pretty good. And then the pain part of it fades away after awhile, and your toe kinda creeps back to normal.
Definately. Y’know that bizarre asian guy who wrote some semi coherent babbling book or web page on better living through better pooping and controlling your sphyncter? He is definately onto something with the pooping business.
To paraphase Deniro in some movie that just escapes me:
" Ever take a shit that makes you feel like you just woke up from a 12 hour sleep?"
Whenever I fall into a merciful sleep because of a migraine, I always have one hellova poop after I wake up. Every time. It’s feels so darn good that I feel like I should have a cigerette afterwards, and I’m not a smoker.
The other Pleasure Pain Principles:
Putting my face over a bubbling goodness of Ginger Ale and inhaling.
Brain Freezes.
Deep tissue massage
Garlic bread that’s so strong you feel as though you just drank acid. Yummy.
When I was younger, loosening and playing with my baby teeth to get them out. makes me wish I still had some to play with, weirdly.
I second the spicy food. It hurts the mought and is no fun later, but I enjoy it anyway. That and the really full feeling I get from good asian food. Mmmm, buffet!
err, thath should be hurts the MOUTH. What’s a mought?
Waxing.
Oh, yeah. In the words of Ron White: “Did you ever take a crap so big it made your pants fit better?”
On the same note, finally releasing a fart so big that you can feel your whole body depressurizing. :eek:
Eating an enormous meal at a good restaurant. Being so stuffed (with good food) that you honestly can’t fit anything else in, but nonetheless forcing down a spoonful of mints at the bowl on the counter on your way out.
This is followed up with a good poop, which is icing on the cake.
Note to self: don’t have dessert at Mbossa’s house!
Mmmm…chocolate.
Or caramel if I’m not feeling too well…
The beginning of getting sick is the best. I feel like hell but I feel so passive and dumb. I wish I could feel that feeling of “I don’t give a shit” every day of my life.
Also, I kind of like being disasterously late. The worse the consequences are going to be, the more I love the feeling. I can wind up making myself extra late by dawdling around while I enjoy the dread.
For some reason I love to eat certain things that I hate. Spinach, beans and oatmeal come to mind. I eat an outrageous amount of spinach considering I hate it. I don’t know why it gives me satisfaction to make myself eat it.
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The relief you get by putting lotion on then burning, tender hands you get after too much rock climbing.
Huh? The OP asked about things that are pleasant through unpleasantness … what’s unpleasant about this?
My vote is for a scalding (I mean really scalding) hot shower when you have a terrible case of poison oak. Most intense mix of pain/pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
I developed a pretty bad case of jungle rot (basically, advanced athlete’s foot) shortly before I was discharged from the Army. As it takes a while for Tinactin and so forth to work, I was discharged before the fungus was all dead.
I nursed my case of jungle rot for about a year in the civilian world because scratching it, rubbing bare feet on the carpet and drowning them in near scalding water in the shower were all things almost better than having sex.
I also enjoy drinking things like vinegar, Tabasco sauce, lemon and lime juice straight.
No one really wants to hear about the things that I enjoy in the bedroom, so I’ll stop there.