The Book of Even More Awesome by Neil Pasricha Read Free Book Online Page B

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    AWESOME!

Riding your bike really late at night when the streets are completely empty
    Now’s your time.
    As the sun dips down and the twilight fades to darkness there’s nothing sweeter than wheeling your bike out of the garage for a late summer night cruise. Those freewheeling adventures are great for a few reasons:
    â€¢ The sound of silence. Hello darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to ride with you again. Yes, blaring horns, squealing brakes, and revving engines are all turned down and you’re left alone in the shadows with the wind whispering in your ears.
    â€¢ Danger, Will Robinson. There’s a sense of reckless cool cruising down those lonely black roads. You can swerve your bike in all directions, hop off the curbs, and be a two-wheeled free spirit.
    â€¢ Street King. House lights flick off and raccoons paw trash cans as you rule your Neighborhood Empire as the newly crowned Street King. Puff your chest and scream, “Get off my land!” at passing motorists. Just keep that crown under your helmet for safety.
    Yes, riding your bike late at night lets you be alone with your thoughts and your dreams and your fears all rolling around your brain as you roll around the block. Chatty parents, buzzing phones , and little brothers are all left behind as you stare forward into the blackness and ride on and on and on ...
    AWESOME!

Dropping your cell phone on the sidewalk and then realizing it’s totally fine
    It’s a terrible scene.
    As that cell phone, digital camera , or pair of sunglasses crashlands on the concrete, everyone gasps as it crunches, bounces, and skids hard ...
    Suddenly your eyes blur, stomach twists , and world flips as you fade back and realize you’re somehow covered in scrubs inside a busy hospital ER.
    You glance down the hall and see ambulance guys racing toward you wheeling your bloody cell phone strapped to a gurney without any noticeable lights or beeps. Someone’s got an icebox holding the battery case that blew off and a nurse is screaming that signal strength has flatlined.
    Your eyebrows furrow and pupils dilate as you snap on latex gloves, pull up your surgical mask , and start frantically checking for vitals. You scan for signs of blunt trauma, pop the battery in and out, and then finally stare straight into your cell phone’s face while closing your eyes, wincing, and forcing yourself to push Power.
    There is a pause.
    Nurses lean in with wide, hopeful eyes, ambulance guys jostle and crowd, and nervous friends squeeze their own phones tightly for comfort and support. Then suddenly as everyone waits ... and waits ... and waits ...
    The power flashes and blinks back on.
    And there is cheering.
    AWESOME!

When a big chunk of earwax randomly falls out of your ear
    Sure, it’s a little bit extremely disgusting , but the gross-out factor pales in comparison to the massive release you feel when a waxy boulder comes tumbling out of a cave on the side of Head Mountain . Remember: There’s nothing to be embarrassed about because this is just The Magic of the Human Body . Yes, like a loyal employee punching out after a hard day on the line, your earwax heads home with its lunchbox in hand after drowning dust and dirt on a double shift in your ear canal. The gig’s not easy and it doesn’t pay well, so when Waxy Brown’s finished his business, you know it’s because he’s done as much as he can.
    AWESOME!

Finally realizing where you know someone from after staring at them forever
    We’re all bad at names but sometimes faces stick in our brains.
    Yes, when you see Familiar Brown-Haired Man walk by the bus stop or Curly Redhead Lady eating fries in the food court you suddenly do a double take and think, “Wait ... I know them from somewhere.”
    That’s when you stop chewing your gum, stop talking to your friends , and stop sending blood to nonvital organs. All the tiny men in your head wake up, put on their