Think of the last time you blew your nose? Was it one of those quiet, sneaky-type nose blows, as though you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re blowing your nose? Or was it one of those really satisfying ones, where it isn’t exactly loud, but it is full?
I almost exclusively do the latter, and it always feels amazing. As I blew my nose for the third time after eating this Banh Mi (Vietnamese sandwich) with some deliciously and painfully nice jalapeños sliced in it, I began considering the feeling after blowing my nose. Do you know the one I mean? In an almost sort of daze, I take my first breath through my freshly freed nose, and possibly share the intake of breath with my mouth, and then almost sigh the air out of me, releasing some unknown tension, somewhere in my body. I usually end up mostly breathing out of my mouth afterward, and just allow my nose to rest – this light come from the feeling of blowing my nose when it is really stuffed up and runny, and blowing it seems only to clear out one set of mucus and snot in order to make space for the immediate arrival of another. In those cases, the feeling and experience are almost the same. It is a hazy happiness of release and deep breathing (usually through the mouth) that feels almost magical. I almost even have an urge to cyclist my eyes at times, and to indulge momentarily in the after effects of the nose-blowing.
If you have no idea what I am referencing here, give it a try some time. Blow your nose really satisfyingly hard (the emphasis of really being on satisfyingly, not hard), and take the time to pay attention to the experience immediately following. If you still don’t get it, then oh, well… I’ll enjoy the experience enough for us both.
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