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).
In the mid 1990s I moved to NYC from Kansas via 18 months in Seattle. I moved for graduate school and there was much to love: I could walk everywhere, the movie theaters were fantastic, grocery stores were stocked with asian pears, olives, lots of chocolate, litchi nuts, litchi-flavored gummy Japanese candy, donut shaped peaches, prepared gorgeous meals, excellent teas, portuguese rolls, fabulous coffee, and fondue in packages. I regularly called home to describe my trips to the grocery. There was opera and Summer Stage in Central Park, the yoga studio I attended didn't cost a fortune; it was a quiet, spartan space with flourescent lighting and a curtain for a changing room. There was Body and Soul in Tribeca—a Sunday daytime dance club that my best friend attended like church. No velvet ropes, no degrading lines, no alcohol-- just a great stretch of music for dancers wearing sneakers.
Cleansing is the most important step in a skincare regimen. Well cleansed skin helps prevent premature aging because it allows skin to receive the benefit of products and greater oxygen flow. But what about oil cleansing or precleansing with an oil? At least twice within the space of a week's skincare routine, I find an oil precleanse to be a helpful and relaxing step in self care. I am not a fan of a stand alone oil cleanse, but a precleanse can boost the power of your regular cleanser and offer a welcome massage.