If you are reading this, it is unlikely that you are experiencing ASMR. If you were experiencing the perceptual condition now known as Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, you would be in a better place, tingling away from your head down your spine in a hypnotic golden bubble. If you could hear the keys of my keyboard click as I type, it might be enough to send you into the experience. As I write and think about ASMR I can't quite get there. For me, writing, reading, and talking require a kind of focus and engagement that dissolves or makes impossible the outside-of-time quality of ASMR.
Sorry to ask you this (also because it is a cliche), but have a listen with your mind's ear: nails on a chalk board; losing control of your fork and knife on a plate. Ok now try this: a sharpened 2HB pencil writing on good paper with some tooth to it; a whispered conversation; keys clicking steadily on a keyboard; a thick needle puncturing felt. These are some of the sounds that float the ASMR (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) folks to the moon. There's the other kind of frisson: a turn of phrase in music that reminds us that we are spirits wrapped in skin having a human experience. Some surefire reminders for me are Benjamin Britten's Cello Suites (72, 80, 87).