I was talking to my husband yesterday and asked him this question. “Have you ever had that feeling when you hear something pleasurable or see something pleasurable and you get a sort of tingling sensation?” He said, “No, but I have songs that I hear that bring back nice memories for me!”
I then went on to try and explain what had happened. It was quite difficult to find the words to describe the feeling in a way that he would understand.
I found this on Google from Wikipedia:
frisson (UK: /ˈfriːsɒn/ FREE-son, US: /friːˈsoʊn/ free-SOHN[1][2] French: [fʁisɔ̃]; French for “shiver”), also known as aesthetic chills or psychogenic shivers, is a psychophysiological response to rewarding stimuli (including music, films, stories, people, photos, and rituals[3]) that often induces a pleasurable or otherwise positively-valenced affective state and transient paresthesia (skin tingling or chills), sometimes along with piloerection (goose bumps) and mydriasis (pupil dilation).[4][5][6][7] The sensation can occur as a mildly to moderately pleasurable emotional response to music with skin tingling.[4]
For me, having lived in Rotorua for most of my life, I have probably had more exposure to Maori culture than my friends and family here in Christchurch may have done. Because of these certain songs in Maori that carry those memories for me. Music often brings up memories. I know on a visit to Rotorua with my husband, we went to Whakarewarewa Thermal Village and they put on a cultural show. I can’t remember which song it was, but one of them stirred up memories and I started to quietly cry. When my husband noticed I had been crying at the end of the concert, he asked if I was OK and why I was crying. The reason was because it was the first time I had been back in Rotorua since both my parents passed away and the songs in Maori brought back to me that I was back in the town where I grew up and I was sad they were not there anymore for me to visit.
Any of the senses can bring back memories. Songs can carry so many memories with them, tastes can remind us of people we have lost and perhaps a favourite biscuit or cake of theirs may make us nostalgic.
Another thing that is hard to describe is childbirth. It is at once the most painful and the most wonderful feeling in the world. The pain can be intense and hard to cope with and if for an extended period of time can be difficult to cope with. I was very fortunate to have my three children in Oldest son in 1.5 hours, Second son in 1 hour and my daughter in 25 minutes. Therefore, I can’t imagine having a 24 hour labour as some have. The reward is hopefully a beautiful baby at the end of it all. While labour is an intense indescribable pain the moment of birth is as wonderful as the labour is painful. The very moment you give birth is hard to describe, but the nearest I can get to doing it justice is that it is as euphoric as an orgasm! That’s the best I can do!
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