How I Came to Adore the Weird World of ASMR

A reluctant embrace of the sparkles in my head

Photo by Matt Palmer on Unsplash

I first became aware of the sparks in my scalp in 1984. Summer was fading and a nice lady was cutting my hair. She walked around to the front of my chair, leaned over, put her face in direct line with mine, and made a few quick snips with her scissors on each side of my head. Chills emanated in a starburst from…