Tapp, Tapp, pinch, tap.

No, one more time. That wasn't right.

Tapp, pinch, tap.

No.

Tapp, Tapp. Come on. No. Four tries to finally get it right.

It's all part of my requisite ritual that I perform multiple times a day.

Whenever I get that feeling, I have to tap the bottom of my forearm,

precisely right behind my wrist joint twice with my right hand,

making a sort of karate chop like gesture.

Next, I have to tightly pinch the skin around the same area on my forearm with my right thumb and index finger.

After that, I have to make one more hand tap and I'm usually good.

Keep in mind this all happens within seconds.

Whether I'm at work, a crowded bar or even driving,

it's something that must be done as soon as I sense the aforementioned feeling.

It's hard to describe, but the feeling is most comparable to an

intensely eerie tingling and queasiness that permeates throughout my body.

It's comparable to when the hairs on the back of your necks stand from sensing people

standing closely behind you and is always accompanied by a sense of anticipatory dread, like

you know something bad will happen if you don't act fast.

Every tab and pinch must be precise.

Have the same sound, apply the same pressure,

make sure the time in between each one is exactly the same or recurrent in some way.

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