The first time you successfully skip a gear while downshifting an 8-speed transmission, there's a rush of endorphines similar to the one you'd get from beating that punk kid from middle school at the air hockey table in the movie theatre.

The second time you bake salmon (with lemon and rosemary) in your almost-brand-new toaster oven, your nose and tongue take on the role of a low-achivement-oriented guidance counsellor.

The third time your sister makes a dramatic change to her hairstyle, your own sense of mortality settles down like a dog turning itself around in a pile of blankets.

The fourth time a woman breaks your heart, it hurts just as bad as the last three.

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