I Feel Good

By Abraham Lincoln

I went to McDonalds and got a large coffee to go. I am drinking some of it as I write this. Somewhere between home and there and back home I thought about the terms we all use to describe how we are feeling.

What does “feel good” feel like? I tried to think what part I could touch that would feel good, or was “feel good” something in my head that stops my pains and leaves me, “feeling good?”

If feeling good was the feeling I got from touching something then I have to think long and hard about the last thing I touched that actually made me forget my rheumatoid arthritis.

Not that long ago one day when I touched my thumb it hurt bad enough that I asked my wife to call 911. She yelled at me, “What for?”


After I said my thumb really hurts she refused to call saying trying to explain that to the crew would land us in the psycho ward at Brookville’s asylum. I argued that my thumb didn’t “feel good” at all. She told me to get over it!

I know at least one human being who gets a kind of high from the sight of a woman’s foot (and the nails do not have to be painted). And, he doesn’t have to touch the foot to get the feelings he gets. That is how he gets to feeling good.

It makes me wonder what happens to the mind and body when we look at a chocolate upside down cake. Does it make us feel good because we try to imagine how good it will be or does the sight of it have the same effect as that guy gets from seeing a woman’s foot?

When I look at my breakfast I really get to feeling good. Sometimes the sight of fried bacon on the same plate with a soft egg makes me feel better than good.

I am not able to touch something on my body that explains why I feel this way, and, I am not able to tell you were to look to find the spot that makes bacon and eggs look good to me. But I do have that feeling good feeling. Feeling good, to me, is like Heaven is to a religious zealot.

I don’t think love has anything to do with feeling good or lousy. I know some people say the mere sight of their “X” spouse makes them feel bad. While others say the mere sight of the “X’s” X-spouse makes their knees get weak. It is odd how the same X-spouse can have totally opposite effects on two different people?

I feel good when I find a $20.00 bill in the parking lot and nobody is around. I understand that this $20.00 bill belonged to somebody who probably needed it to pay for gasoline at the cheap place but his/her loss is my feeling good gain.

If you know what feeling good is then I would like to know. Don’t tell me it is the lack of pain because black and blue and bleeding is happiness to some and feeling bad is when they are pain free.