I've been going around asking people what the happiest day/moment of their life is. Surprisingly, virtually no one ever has an answer prepared. Yeah sure, people are good at saying things like "I was really happy during college" or "that summer was really awesome," but people never ever seem to be able to pick a day or moment that was unbelievably, insanely happy.
So I ask you TL.net: describe the happiest day/moment of your life!!
PLEASE, when you give your answer, write out a nice, meaty long post. Write down lots of little details. I wanna be able to relive your story as I read it!
Don't gimme some one sentence crap: "I was really happy when I won a medal in running." Tell me about why it was so INTENSE and why you were so happy about it etc etc.
I'm just in the mood to see a ton of really really happy stories about people having awesome experiences. How's that for a mood lifter?
i don't have one about myself but recently my sister's friend for a long long time got married, and i wouldn't really call him dumb since he's a really swell guy but he's just a simpleton who loves to smoke weed and go fishing and go canoeing and he's always just super nice to everybody
and at his wedding he just had the biggest smile and he kept saying "oh my god this is the best day of my life this is the happiest day of my life" and it was really uplifting to witness that
omg and when he was reading his vows he was like SO EXCITED he was like "I JOHN ETC ETC ETC" and it was fucking so T_T i was so happy
Recently I went to B-Day party of an old, high-school friend of mine. I knew I would meet a bunch of old faces there including my ex-gf. I dont get quite well along with her since we broke up, we were together for like 3-4 years or so, I guess we just need some more time to get it over. Anyway when I got in the train to my friends town I had mixed feelings in my heart. It was the day of the OSL finals, so I got there pretty late, the other guys were already there, waiting just for me to show up. Ofc I lied I had some sort of job, imagine how silly would I look if I said I missed half of the meeting because a SC match. Its not silly at all, but I guess my friends wouldnt understand. The trip from my town to the other is like 2-3 hours long, when I finally arrived I saw my old friends, all there, waiting for me to get out of the train, my heart almost exploded from emotions and my knees were weak. I saw the pretty face of my ex there along as well, but the only thing in my mind, were the millions of good memories with the group of the people I was approaching to. I think this is the sort of thing you feel when you finally meet someone you've missed so so much. I was so out of my mind, the only thing I could do was just to hug randomly all of them and too say how happy I am to see them all together. Ofc I got a worm hug from my ex as well...it felt so safe. I needed some minutes to calm down and actually being able to communicate like a sane person. We all spent like 2-3 hours in trash friendly talk and than we went to the party. Among all my old friends I met some other guys, the new friends of my friends. I didnt felt replaced in anyway, thats the way the things are. I wont explain all the details about the party.My friend asked me to be his bartender for the night and I gladly excepted, so I spent most of the time behind of the bar, serving drinks to the others. Many ppl came along to talk to me, I was having a great time. At some point of the party my ex came to me to talk. She was so pretty and adorable, smiling all the time. I thought she would act like the ass she was since we broke up but it was not the case. Ofc we talked a bit for the nostalgic old times but it was all with smile and no bad feelings. She was so friendly, this really contributed in a huge way to my good time. If she was the bitch I know from my previous meetings this would surely ruin the night, but it was not the case. I havent got any sleep that night, I was extremely tired but refused to take a nap, I just spent my time with the ones who were still awake. I was afraid this day could end. My ex took the train to her town first. "you are extraordinary" she said and gave me a hug for goodbye. After that I spent the rest day with my friends. We joked about all kind of stuff like in the old days. Finally when I had to catch the train home, I was just staring at them. "This is what life should be, guys". "Nothing can replace what we have" they said. And now we are again spread out, Im in Freiburg, ex in Stuttgart, all others in Karlsruhe
On November 10 2008 19:49 Day[9] wrote: So I ask you TL.net: describe the happiest day/moment of your life!!
K, I'll do my best...
Year 2007, August 6. My name is Georgi. In 2006 me and my girlfriend Kristina were in the US, North Carolina, city of Charlotte for 4 months. We were both working as lifeguards at some pools.
I befriended a lady at the age of my parents, around 55. I talked to her how we went to the US cause we wanted to try something new, to be albe to live only by ourselves, with no parents and so on. The woman's name is Joan. So one day around the end of July Joan proposed that she will take me and Kristina to Charleston to see the Atlantic ocean and to see some stuff there. We gladly accepted. So on Aug 6 we hopped into her Acura and we headed straight to Charleston. On the way she told us about the city, the slave trade and other interesting facts.
Once there we walked around the slave market, we saw the old houses and it was already time to have lunch. We bought some food from the grocery store and we headed towards the Isle of Palms. Me and Kristina were in awe of the beautiful houses and the lines of palm trees around the road. We soon reached our destination, dropped out of the car and walked to the beach. This sight in itself wasn't that impressive, it looks just like any other sea.
So I held my girlfriend's hand and we started walking barefooted in the water, close to the sandline. We talked for our parents, how we wish they could see us somehow, how we will bring presents and so on. After some time we turned around and headed towards our towels. I then took a swim in the ocean.
When I came out Kristina asked to go with her. We walked maybe 50 yards and she showed me something in the sand. There were some words she wrote for me in the sand. You know them. I love you! In Bulgaria. I was really speechless. I could only feel a bubble of huge joy arising in me. I couldn't move for some time, just stood there and gazed upon those words. My brain must have been a bioling cocktail of endorphines. She had told me thousands of times that she loves me and I am sure she is sincere. I don't know why those words in the sand had that effect. Maybe it was a combination of a lot of different factors. But when I think about it I can say that I wouldn't mind time stopping there and keeping that feeling in me for eternity.
I then held her tight to me and I told her I love her too but it felt so dull compared to what she did.
That I think is the happiest moment of my life so far. I wish you all feel the same emotion as me back then.
ps: hope it's not too gay of a story as I know all TL.net's members are hardcore bastards with 15 inch long cocks.
On November 10 2008 20:40 disciple wrote: Recently I went to B-Day party of an old, high-school friend of mine. I knew I would meet a bunch of old faces there including my ex-gf. I dont get quite well along with her since we broke up, we were together for like 3-4 years or so, I guess we just need some more time to get it over. Anyway when I got in the train to my friends town I had mixed feelings in my heart. It was the day of the OSL finals, so I got there pretty late, the other guys were already there, waiting just for me to show up. Ofc I lied I had some sort of job, imagine how silly would I look if I said I missed half of the meeting because a SC match. Its not silly at all, but I guess my friends wouldnt understand. The trip from my town to the other is like 2-3 hours long, when I finally arrived I saw my old friends, all there, waiting for me to get out of the train, my heart almost exploded from emotions and my knees were weak. I saw the pretty face of my ex there along as well, but the only thing in my mind, were the millions of good memories with the group of the people I was approaching to. I think this is the sort of thing you feel when you finally meet someone you've missed so so much. I was so out of my mind, the only thing I could do was just to hug randomly all of them and too say how happy I am to see them all together. Ofc I got a worm hug from my ex as well...it felt so safe. I needed some minutes to calm down and actually being able to communicate like a sane person. We all spent like 2-3 hours in trash friendly talk and than we went to the party. Among all my old friends I met some other guys, the new friends of my friends. I didnt felt replaced in anyway, thats the way the things are. I wont explain all the details about the party.My friend asked me to be his bartender for the night and I gladly excepted, so I spent most of the time behind of the bar, serving drinks to the others. Many ppl came along to talk to me, I was having a great time. At some point of the party my ex came to me to talk. He was so pretty and adorable, smiling all the time. I thought he would act like the ass he was since we broke up but it was not the case. Ofc we talked a bit for the nostalgic old times but it was all with smile and no bad feelings. She was so friendly, this really contributed in a huge way to my good time. If she was the bitch I know from my previous meetings this would surely ruin the night, but it was not the case. I havent got any sleep that night, I was extremely tired but refused to take a nap, I just spent my time with the ones who were still awake. I was afraid this day could end. My ex took the train to her town first. "you are extraordinary" she said and gave me a hug for goodbye. After that I spent the rest day with my friends. We joked about all kind of stuff like in the old days. Finally when I had to catch the train home, I was just staring at them. "This is what life should be, guys". "Nothing can replace what we have" they said.
On November 10 2008 20:40 disciple wrote: Recently I went to B-Day party of an old, high-school friend of mine. I knew I would meet a bunch of old faces there including my ex-gf. I dont get quite well along with her since we broke up, we were together for like 3-4 years or so, I guess we just need some more time to get it over. Anyway when I got in the train to my friends town I had mixed feelings in my heart. It was the day of the OSL finals, so I got there pretty late, the other guys were already there, waiting just for me to show up. Ofc I lied I had some sort of job, imagine how silly would I look if I said I missed half of the meeting because a SC match. Its not silly at all, but I guess my friends wouldnt understand. The trip from my town to the other is like 2-3 hours long, when I finally arrived I saw my old friends, all there, waiting for me to get out of the train, my heart almost exploded from emotions and my knees were weak. I saw the pretty face of my ex there along as well, but the only thing in my mind, were the millions of good memories with the group of the people I was approaching to. I think this is the sort of thing you feel when you finally meet someone you've missed so so much. I was so out of my mind, the only thing I could do was just to hug randomly all of them and too say how happy I am to see them all together. Ofc I got a worm hug from my ex as well...it felt so safe. I needed some minutes to calm down and actually being able to communicate like a sane person. We all spent like 2-3 hours in trash friendly talk and than we went to the party. Among all my old friends I met some other guys, the new friends of my friends. I didnt felt replaced in anyway, thats the way the things are. I wont explain all the details about the party.My friend asked me to be his bartender for the night and I gladly excepted, so I spent most of the time behind of the bar, serving drinks to the others. Many ppl came along to talk to me, I was having a great time. At some point of the party my ex came to me to talk. He was so pretty and adorable, smiling all the time. I thought he would act like the ass he was since we broke up but it was not the case. Ofc we talked a bit for the nostalgic old times but it was all with smile and no bad feelings. She was so friendly, this really contributed in a huge way to my good time. If she was the bitch I know from my previous meetings this would surely ruin the night, but it was not the case. I havent got any sleep that night, I was extremely tired but refused to take a nap, I just spent my time with the ones who were still awake. I was afraid this day could end. My ex took the train to her town first. "you are extraordinary" she said and gave me a hug for goodbye. After that I spent the rest day with my friends. We joked about all kind of stuff like in the old days. Finally when I had to catch the train home, I was just staring at them. "This is what life should be, guys". "Nothing can replace what we have" they said.
On November 10 2008 20:40 disciple wrote: Recently I went to B-Day party of an old, high-school friend of mine. I knew I would meet a bunch of old faces there including my ex-gf. I dont get quite well along with her since we broke up, we were together for like 3-4 years or so, I guess we just need some more time to get it over. Anyway when I got in the train to my friends town I had mixed feelings in my heart. It was the day of the OSL finals, so I got there pretty late, the other guys were already there, waiting just for me to show up. Ofc I lied I had some sort of job, imagine how silly would I look if I said I missed half of the meeting because a SC match. Its not silly at all, but I guess my friends wouldnt understand. The trip from my town to the other is like 2-3 hours long, when I finally arrived I saw my old friends, all there, waiting for me to get out of the train, my heart almost exploded from emotions and my knees were weak. I saw the pretty face of my ex there along as well, but the only thing in my mind, were the millions of good memories with the group of the people I was approaching to. I think this is the sort of thing you feel when you finally meet someone you've missed so so much. I was so out of my mind, the only thing I could do was just to hug randomly all of them and too say how happy I am to see them all together. Ofc I got a worm hug from my ex as well...it felt so safe. I needed some minutes to calm down and actually being able to communicate like a sane person. We all spent like 2-3 hours in trash friendly talk and than we went to the party. Among all my old friends I met some other guys, the new friends of my friends. I didnt felt replaced in anyway, thats the way the things are. I wont explain all the details about the party.My friend asked me to be his bartender for the night and I gladly excepted, so I spent most of the time behind of the bar, serving drinks to the others. Many ppl came along to talk to me, I was having a great time. At some point of the party my ex came to me to talk. He was so pretty and adorable, smiling all the time. I thought he would act like the ass he was since we broke up but it was not the case. Ofc we talked a bit for the nostalgic old times but it was all with smile and no bad feelings. She was so friendly, this really contributed in a huge way to my good time. If she was the bitch I know from my previous meetings this would surely ruin the night, but it was not the case. I havent got any sleep that night, I was extremely tired but refused to take a nap, I just spent my time with the ones who were still awake. I was afraid this day could end. My ex took the train to her town first. "you are extraordinary" she said and gave me a hug for goodbye. After that I spent the rest day with my friends. We joked about all kind of stuff like in the old days. Finally when I had to catch the train home, I was just staring at them. "This is what life should be, guys". "Nothing can replace what we have" they said.
hmm
i was also confused about that. good story nonetheless
but that is not emo at all, no stupid weird haricut (just long hair), no eye-liner, no makeup, no black clothing and most importing no bohoo attitude, more like "fuck you bitch" attitude.
Goddammit Baal, do you ever make posts that are worth the calories they take to read or are do you just b'awww over fucking everything?
As for the happiest day of my life, one comes to mind before the rest so I imagine that's the one. It was about a month ago, the day I passed the final hurdle to get accepted into the Army as an Officer cadet. I had started the whole process late last year, and you'd better believe there are a dickload of hoops to jump through including a three stage evaluation process each more in-depth than the next and civilian medical personnel doing their best to find an excuse to tell you to fuck off. Complications with my medical history (nothing serious, just the medical guys being jews) resulted in my application being knocked back six months, and I moved on to the second evaluation day only a couple of months ago. I passed that, and when my flight to Canberra was booked for my final 'Selection Board' at the college itself in front of the highest ranking officers there, I realised how srs bsnz it all was.
So I prepared, I was nervous, I got there and stayed there for the two days necessary and did all the different tests, interviews and evaluations to the best of my ability. I did well in everything, I was as switched on as I could be throughout the entire testing day, and when it was over the the Brigadier shook my hand and said "You've got yourself a job", and every cell in body just sat back and took a deep breath of relief. I was fucking knackered, all the excitement and the enormity in regards to my life of finally succeeding in what I wanted to do got to me.
I was sleepy on the plane ride home, but there was a lot of thinking. I was given some free beer to drink and a packet of chips, and while drinking my cold lager and eating Kettle chips, I decided that there was nothing in my entire life that was nearly as important or as satisfying as that day.
Well all my life ive been brilliant but i hate school and particulary homework with fucking passion, so 1st day of highschool i decide to never do a homework again (and i didnt) so in general i did so so in school averaging no homework with really good test scores.
So one day we have what would be the mexican equivalent of the american SATs, and i generally do really good in these generic test, so turns out i score perfect (something like 448 of 448 questions), and only 2 people in my city did that, and considering my city has 3,000,000 habs it felt pretty good.
So the school makes kind of like a private dinner for the top 10 results in the school with all the parents and teachers so when i show up as 1st place, having somewhat mediocre grades, most people were like WTFBBQ but my Math teacher came near me and said "I knew you would be here", i was really happy that my brilliance was finally acknowledged.
On November 10 2008 22:16 baal wrote: oh and my happiest day mmm....
Well all my life ive been brilliant but i hate school and particulary homework with fucking passion, so 1st day of highschool i decide to never do a homework again (and i didnt) so in general i did so so in school averaging no homework with really good test scores.
So one day we have what would be the mexican equivalent of the american SATs, and i generally do really good in these generic test, so turns out i score perfect (something like 448 of 448 questions), and only 2 people in my city did that, and considering my city has 3,000,000 habs it felt pretty good.
So the school makes kind of like a private dinner for the top 10 results in the school with all the parents and teachers so when i show up as 1st place, having somewhat mediocre grades, most people were like WTFBBQ but my Math teacher came near me and said "I knew you would be here", i was really happy that my brilliance was finally acknowledged.
I remember being in the 2nd grade. Watched it at my friends house, where we made a fake Cup. We made a hockey rink in his basement, and we pretended we were all the players and carried it around. Yeah, pretty bad ass.
I think my happiest day was when I finaly got my drivers license and my first car. Was able to go wherever the fuck I wanted, could drive to school and work, and hang out a lot more with my friends. I'd been working a lot during to summer to afford this. A lot of my friends got it for free from their parents, but I've always have had to work for shit myself, I guess thats why it felt extra good
Its either that, or when I got this appartment and finaly moved out of my parents house. I THINK the latter is the better, but I was extremely happy when I passed my drivers test..so yeah one of those I think ;D
But when I think about it I can say that I wouldn't mind time stopping there and keeping that feeling in me for eternity.
oh god i think i threw up a bit in my mouth, can we stop the emo bullshit about teenagers and their dumb girlfriends please?
Your post contributes absolutely nothing to this conversation. In fact, it goes so far as to devalue other people's contributions. But I don't think me saying this is going to elicit an intelligent response from you, so let's just flame each other and we can go about our respective days:
You should have about fifteen drinks and then see how fast you can drive yourself home. Once your there, put a potato in a pocket and die in a fire. I'll come by in a little bit for my baked potato.
Well, there's definitely two things that comes to mind, but seeing as how gf stories are lame, I'll tell this one. I warn you that the story is pretty depressing for a while, and poorly told.
Somewhere around 3 summers ago I got sick. It seems almost every summer they find a new health problem wrong with me, but I won't get into that. I was having trouble walking, as well as very bad pains in my leg, and at first I thought I might have just twisted something, or worked too hard, so I decided not to go to the doctor(I know I should have). Things kept getting worse, to the point it was hard to walk, so my brilliant self decides to go to the doctor.
I've been diagnosed with crohn's disease from a fairly young age, and so I actually went to my doctor for that, rather than my family doctor. I didn't really even have a family doctor at the time. I get to the hospital, as it's where my doctor is. It's such a big place that I'm sitting in a wheelchair because walking around was so painful. I see the doctor, and I was feeling very nervous, as I knew something was wrong with me, being younger around th tieme, maybe around 17, I was dumb and thought the worst. Still, it definitely gave me some relief to see the doctor. Then again, it's like going for your annual checkup when you've gained 40 pounds.
The doctor had no idea what was wrong with me, or at least didn't wanna say anything until he was sure. He sent me to get some tests done, maybe a CAT scan? they basically scanned my leg, and injected me with some fluid for them to be able to see it better. The worst part about the test was it that it hurt to lay straight, and I had to do it for about 30 minutes for the rest. I lay there, sweating from the pain, and the loud noise from the machine right in my ear. The test was over, and I was relieved.
I meet again with the doctor, and he basically says I'm going to have to stay the night(at least). I find out that I have an abscess in my leg, which is basically when fluid goes to your bone from a hole in your intestine(I believe). Some of my intestine was also damaged, so they were gonna have to remove part of it and reattach it.
I'm gonna kinda fast forward a bit, 'cause I don't wanna be telling a depressing story.
So anyways, I'm sent home with a tube in my nose for feeding, and I basically hook myself up to a machine and get fed that way, for about a month. If you're ever in a similar situation, I'll say that not having to cook is kinda handy. Also, eating your meals while you sleep is also pretty time efficient. When you can't taste food, you find it easier to eat healthy as well.
All is going pretty well, they contact me, and tell me that my surgery is the date of my birthday, and that I'd basically be healthy by the time school was ready to start again. I've never been one to complain, yeah of course it sucks, but no one can do anything about it. All I really cared about was feeling better.
So the day of the surgery comes, and I really don't remember much from all the drugs. before the surgery, they told me it basically 50/50 that I'd wake up with an ostomy bag, which is basically a bag that gets filled with your shit rather than you actually shitting. I'd have to change it and such and live with it for a few months. Anyways, I wake up, and Im pretty out of it, I remember asking if I had to get the bag, and they're like "no". I was probably happy, I hope anyways, haha.
A few days pass, and they had to cut open my stomach, so it was very hard to walk, and even use the washroom. Waking up with a catheter is pretty shitty. I'm recovering and stuff, it's a few days till I get to leave. Walking slowly gets easier for me. I'm starting to notice a change, I don't need as many pain killers. I have more energy, getting a little restless even. I wanna get the fuck outta there, enjoy my like 5 days of summer I still have.
So, the day comes, they're like "we gotta make sure you can eat real food before you leave". This was a glorious day, I'm not sure if it was this or the next few that were the happiest. Keep in mind though, you haven't ate for 2 months. You had to sit at home being fed through a tube, you had to smell your family eat pizza, or eat whatever else was good. There's certainly worse things, but anyways I see a sub in front of me. There's apparently a subway next to the hospital, and it was perhaps the best meal I've ever had. It felt weird chewing, it felt so good to taste something. I must have finished it in under a minute.
The next day comes, the day I get to leave, the day I get to come back home. I'm excited to take a shower in my own bathroom more than anything, excited to be able to walk around without a tube in my nose. It was so perfectly a sunny and beautiful day outside, I won't ever forget that day. The polluted air smelled so fresh, everything was perfect.
I get home, and I feel better than ever, lots of energy, determination to stay healthy. Two months of being in and out of a hospital, being stuck inside all day. I remember going for a walk that night, was the nicest walk I'd ever been on. Going to bed I realized how lucky I am, how lucky anyone healthy is. I couldn't help but think about the poor people who don't get to come home from the hospital. Point is, enjoy your life, and make the most of it
I probably didn't do how I felt justice, and I'm sure there's grammar/spelling errors.
My happiest moment was probably winning the XC State meet last year. Our team has always been one of the best teams in the state (and even the Southwest), but unfortunately for us, our rival happened to always beat us out and the result was us only taking 1 State title a year before I joined the team. For 4 years every single time we raced against our rivals, they would either destroy us or narrowly pull out a win which ingrained a sense of hopelessness in our minds when racing them. We would always peak just at State which would mean the State meet was always a close one, but we would always lose by 2 or 3 points.
So for the past 2 years, running has been my passion and was pretty much my only focus during the fall. After racing in the 2006 State meet and coming up 4 points short, I knew what it felt like first hand to be so close and yet so far away. In 2007, our XC team was close, I mean really close, and we had a great friendship between everyone. We ran together, ate together, hung out together, everyday and they almost became a second family. The XC coaches were also the nicest, most informed, and inspirational people I have ever met and they seemed like step parents to everyone on the team. Throughout the season, we continued to lose to our rivals and win every other meet, just as we usually did. When it finally came down to State though, we had a different mindset. We were no longer giong to be complacent and yet we were not cocky. I remember the night before, our coach giving one of the most inspirational speeches I have ever heard (I mean this is the kind of speech that shows up in a Coach Carter like sports movie). It was not about taking it to our rivals or proving we were the best, but more about how he believed in us wholeheartedly. After hearing the speech, the team of 8 boys converged on my room and we all discussed the race and the season. We knew we had a strong 1,2, and 3 but me and my friend (the 4th and 5th runners) would have to step it up. By the end of the night, we all had a sense of peace and knew what had to be done.
The the race rolled around, we were all calm and began to stay relaxed by quoting Superbad and 40 Year Old Virgin. For the first time ever, I was not nervous before the race, but more in a focused state of mind. We would hear the other racing going on behind us, but our team was too focused to care. Finally, we were up to the line; the primetime event that everyone in the state had been waiting for. I remember the gun going off and sprinting out like usual as we all fell into place. Our team's colors are green and our rivals are red (it is ironic in New Mexico that we are know for red and green chilis) and for most of the race I stuck with a group of red which I had never been with before. There were at least 4 red runners around me and I knew they already had 2 up ahead. I remember thinking "damnit Tom (5th runner) I need you up here now!" In the last 800m, when I thought all was lost, I heard footsteps behind me. I just kept telling myself "whatever you do, dont like the red past you. Push it Bowdz, push it." Then sure enough, I see a lanky green figure come up beside me. I was stunned and gave Tom a vacant stare for 1 second and then we took off. We were stride for stride up until the end. We rounded the final turn and came roaring into the football stadium and pushed it across the finish line and at that time, I knew we had done it. We had beaten our rivals and it felt like we had done the impossible. I just remember Tom and I coming out of the shoot and meeting up with our teammates before a hoard of supporters cheering for us. We stood there for probably 30 min, getting interviews, talking to each other, and just soaking up the feeling. We had done it. after 4 years of working everyday at practice, we had done it.
It has to be the day I graduated from high school. For all of those non-US people out there, the American public education system is absolutely terrible. Especially in California I guess. And this is even though the high school I went to was pretty highly ranked, it was an area people moved to just to go to the school. I swear that every class I took that wasn't AP or Honors was just a completely joke. English classes were just like "Draw a picture," while the teacher is thinking "lololol all I have to do is write letters corresponding to how shitty their artwork is." I got into a huge argument with my senior year english teacher about that, which ended up with me dropping the class and him getting something on his permanent record for insulting me.
I would talk to my cousin from Hong Kong who took his junior/senior years of high school here and he was like "Yeah, I learned all the stuff they taught before I came here." So yeah, American primary schools suck. I'm so glad to be in college now.
I think this is a poor question, Day. I think if you live with consciousness of being, every day is happy and every moment is great. Perhaps you will feel "happier" when you have a great realization, but that is usually independant of any action; rather, it is a culmination of thought. I think the idea you are looking for is, "The day in your life where everything worked out perfectly" or "The day in your life where you achieved certainty of some truth".
In response to the original statement, this is going to be extremely meaty:
Mine was the same as baal's... happiest day of my life was when I made up a story on the internet to stroke my own e-ego about how cool I wish I actually was. Then I called everyone names when they thought it was fake.
On May 20 2008 08:46 decafchicken wrote: Grand Blanc touches the ball down in their try zone for a twenty-two. The kicker brings up the ball and I frantically jump up and down the 22 line, only to be hit square in the face by the ball. I could care less, it’s now our scrum at the 22.
Approximate time left: 30 seconds. Weather: Pouring rain. Score: 10-12. Game: semi finals in the state playoffs. Win or go home.
Their weak side winger is cheating in, and their back line is solidified in the strong side of the field. “MARY MARY MARY” I call to the scrum half, our codename for the fly-half to go weak side. The scummie puts the ball in, and we successfully hook it. Our weak side winger cuts across the scrum to the strong side, bringing their winger with him. I cross the other way, and receive the ball.
25 meters: This is it.
20 meters: Their 8 man will NOT catch me.
15 meters: Their full back will NOT catch me.
10 meters: God himself could not stand between me and the try zone.
5 meters: I am Vince Young, running the ball in the corner of the end zone as time expires to win the Rose Bowl in 2005; nobody can stop me. Skip to last 30 seconds to see what I mean. + Show Spoiler +
0 meters: I slide in and touch the ball down as immortality envelops me.
Nothing short of pure extacy courses through my body as my team and I cry our joy at the top of our lungs. Our coaches are in tears. The game is over and we conquered the odds, the #5 seed triumphing over #1.
On November 11 2008 03:12 travis wrote: happiness is fickle and every up comes with a down. these days I am not happy so much, more peaceful and joyful.
so the happiest day of my life was probably some day when I was a young kid and got some video game I really wanted.
I'm going to have to agree with you on this. Happiness is completely overrated. Happiness isn't the only positive emotion that people can feel, and that is pretty much what defines my life. I can probably think of certain events, but none come to my mind right now.
It's hard to think about a specific day or event rather than a phase. I think growing up you have a lot of firsts- first beer, first serious relationship, first time at a party, first time getting high, just getting a sense of freedom with a drivers license and a car, etc... These all seem like things that would stand out as a spike in your sense of happiness. At some point, "firsts" start to come a lot more seldom. You graduate college, you get married, you have kids, you get a big promotion. In hindsight, those experiences of youth pail in comparison to the significance of those things that come later on in life, but somehow they still seem to have stimulated a greater sense of excitement and lasting memory.
When your young (I'm thinking teenage years) you change quickly, you learn about life fast, your experience new things relatively frequently, and happiness seems to be tied in with those changes and experiences. For me personally, as I have gotten older (27 now), happiness is not as much a product of continual change and new experience, but sustaining the day to day life of raising a family, building a career, and trying to balance that consistency with the changes that I go through personally. I go through phases where I want to act like a bachelor again, be selfish, and do all the things that I've always wanted to do, but never had the time and energy for because I am committed to my family and job. All those things I haven't done or are not doing often frustrate me, but I see my family grow and my kids happy, and I know that my sacrifices of not indulging in my own self centered-ness have paid off. Whenever that realization strikes, as it does now and again, is when I am really happy and feel like I have grown and have accomplished as a person.
On November 11 2008 08:57 TeCh)PsylO wrote: It's hard to think about a specific day or event rather than a phase. I think growing up you have a lot of firsts- first beer, first serious relationship, first time at a party, first time getting high, just getting a sense of freedom with a drivers license and a car, etc... These all seem like things that would stand out as a spike in your sense of happiness. At some point, "firsts" start to come a lot more seldom. You graduate college, you get married, you have kids, you get a big promotion. In hindsight, those experiences of youth pail in comparison to the significance of those things that come later on in life, but somehow they still seem to have stimulated a greater sense of excitement and lasting memory.
When your young (I'm thinking teenage years) you change quickly, you learn about life fast, your experience new things relatively frequently, and happiness seems to be tied in with those changes and experiences. For me personally, as I have gotten older (27 now), happiness is not as much a product of continual change and new experience, but sustaining the day to day life of raising a family, building a career, and trying to balance that consistency with the changes that I go through personally. I go through phases where I want to act like a bachelor again, be selfish, and do all the things that I've always wanted to do, but never had the time and energy for because I am committed to my family and job. All those things I haven't done or are not doing often frustrate me, but I see my family grow and my kids happy, and I know that my sacrifices of not indulging in my own self centered-ness have paid off. Whenever that realization strikes, as it does now and again, is when I am really happy and feel like I have grown and have accomplished as a person.
QFT, Hero.
I know op said not to do this but I think the happiest time of my life is when I first smoked weed and kept laughing uncontrollably for 30 minutes with other people who were doing the same. I would pay so much to relive this moment. Next one was probably when I first got a bj/laid.
On November 11 2008 03:12 travis wrote: happiness is fickle and every up comes with a down. these days I am not happy so much, more peaceful and joyful.
so the happiest day of my life was probably some day when I was a young kid and got some video game I really wanted.
going to have to agree with travis' post as well. well said.
I wish i had an asnwer.. Funny, I was actually asking this of myself earlier today and couldn't come up with anything. I guess i'll have to think about it more.
The summer heat had started to gain momentum and the strong rays of heat battered into my room without relent. Like a plague of stagnation, boredom struck me every day, drifting in and out of the internet, completing fable I (i.e buying all the houes in every town) and eating cup noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner. My cousin lived with me then uploading anime into our modded xbox, where he would leave there and not even watch, perhaps enticing me to start the hobby. I did not take it. I'd rather rot in my pointless activities.
Pointless they were pressing up and down on the Televison to the same old T.V shows, the re-runs that drowned good programming. Meanwhile, the WC3 use map setting games were getting to the point of breaking from being played so much (this was before my realization of starcraft) and I could see my empty coke cans and empty cup noodles form a castle around my desk. There wasn't a smell but the heat came in droves now, with no mercy it was to the point where i wet myself with water and sat in front of the fan all day. Then I gave in. I was dying from the boredom and I could feel my muscles dissipating.
Have you ever felt like you just stepped into another world? The first time you played starcraft? The first time you found Team Liquid? The first time you surfed the internet? My hunger for anime after the one my cousin uploaded was insatiable. Left and right I downloaded as much as I could, watch days on end in the summer sun. Delete, find 10 more series, watch. My days went on like this for two months: Sleep -> Eat cup noodles -> watch. My dad, brother and cousin went to Korea for vacation so no one to disturb me in my practice. Sure I was probably happy, I did not feel it so much then but now I know how truly happy I must've been. Watching the greatest series' for the first time entering a whole new world and a brand new community.
My whole life changed. From the way I view women (more than looks), the way I look at my life, my philosophies, my ideals and morals, yes it's pretty sad but it was really a turning point. It was like drugs.
So maybe anime > girls, but I'll still get flamed? Haha, was one of the most happiest times of my life.
On November 11 2008 03:12 travis wrote: happiness is fickle and every up comes with a down. these days I am not happy so much, more peaceful and joyful.
so the happiest day of my life was probably some day when I was a young kid and got some video game I really wanted.
Same
WHenever i'm not down, i feel happy . There is no happiest. WHenever i accomplish somthing i feel really happy. I guess happiest is in HS just fucking around with my friends randomly.
1- The second time I had sex... I was the happiest man in the world 2- When Beckham scored in the 93rd min to qualify for the World Cup against Greecee + Show Spoiler +
3- When my son was born and everything was perfectly fine with him. I love him + Show Spoiler +
2nd to that (tied): -my first high school party/ getting drunk -getting offered a kickass internship when I didn't expect I was qualified -getting into my 1st choice college for undergrad
Had been going through quite a dry spell. Chose a sexy costume and dyed my hair black. Had incredible luck with women all weekend and even had them asking for me to my friends afterward.
when i was 9 and scored the winning goal in the under 11 soccer state finals with a minute left and then went out for ice cream and sung we are the champions with my parents the whole way home
On November 11 2008 04:05 {88}iNcontroL wrote: Mine was the same as baal's... happiest day of my life was when I made up a story on the internet to stroke my own e-ego about how cool I wish I actually was. Then I called everyone names when they thought it was fake.
하하하 jajaja fufufu
Baal has self confirmed his emoness by replacing his profile pic as soon as brood quoted it. A lot of the dumb criminals get convicted due to unnecessary self conscious act leading to self trapping evidences. It's interesting how human minds work.
The day I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend was hands down the best day of my life I can ever remember. I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of her hair that she twirled in her fingers. And the time on the clock when we realized it was so late and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked, so I jumped it, and I let her in. And she stood at the door with her hands on my waist, and she kissed me like she meant it. And I knew that she meant it, that she meant it.
On November 21 2008 00:44 Hot_Bid wrote: The day I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend was hands down the best day of my life I can ever remember. I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of her hair that she twirled in her fingers. And the time on the clock when we realized it was so late and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked, so I jumped it, and I let her in. And she stood at the door with her hands on my waist, and she kissed me like she meant it. And I knew that she meant it, that she meant it.
Beautiful shit man. You should write the Notebook 2.
Ive had alot of great moments, but two of them comes to mind when reading this thread.
The first one was back in 2003, it was early winter, sometime in the middle of december and i used to hang out a bit on www.trance.nu back then. One day my friend hinted me that the site was arranging a joint bustrip down to kopenhagen, denmark to visit Club Gorgeous. Apparently Armin van Buuren was playing that night and since trance events were very very rare back then in sweden (we barelly have a non-underground scene at all even today) so this was the first time i even remotelly had the chance of seing one of, in my opinion, greatest DJs and producers in the world.
So me and my two friends tagged along on this bustrip (bare in mind we were like 18 years old, so it was quite a big deal for us to do such a spontainious trip) and met up with a big bunch of interesting people on that bus. While partying all the way down we finally made it into denmark and left the buss right outside the central trainstation in kopenhagen. It was a ten minute walk to the club so we just walked there (it were located somewhere on ströget, i dunno where exactly and the club has also changed name today if it even is a club anymore). Once inside the beats were pumping from the warm-up DJs and everyone was having a nice time. It was generally a very good athmosphere in the club, none of that stureplan-bratish stuff you get today whenever you go somewere. Armin was supposed to enter the stage at 24.00 but he was delayed so Michael Parsberg (i think it was) kept playing. Then suddenly the club (which was a prety small club btw) started screaming their lungs out. Armin entered the turntable and from that moment everything is quite blurry. I do however recall the moment he spinned Solar Stone - Seven Cities and the entire fucking audience was flying seven meters above the dancefloor. I also remembered armin taking time shaking hands with everyone who wanted and, you know, really looking into their eyes telling them how he apprechiated their support. He generally had this extremelly modest behaviour and was so happy for the people that had come to see him. It was such a stereotypical "In Trance We Trust" night and it was just the most uplifting time of my life ive had. It was after that moment i decided to start producing myself, and a year later i had my first track done (very bad, but it was my own!!) Today my sound is getting closer and closer to professional levels and im really hoping for atleast some kind of release in the not too distand future...
The second moment is also a musical one and, i dont know, perhaps seems like a bigger one to you (and had it been armin it sure had). I was in a long term relationship back then with the first real love of my life. We had been togheter for 2½ years and i was currently the rpesident of the student radiostation in my town. She was a huuuuge fan of Red Hot Chili Peppers and this was by the time (2005-6~) That they released Stadium Arcadium. By running a radiostation we got all kinds of demos and new releases sent to us, and this was no exception. Warner music also gave me some stickers and thisrts and stuff which made her really happy. But what more was that they invited us to come see RHCP in a PROMO CONCERT (also in kopenhagen actually) a few weeks later. I secretly got three tickets to it (me, her and another board member who turned up not going eventually). So the day came and i told her we were going on a little weekend trip to kopenhagen to see RHCP and she just exploded in happiness.
In kopenhagen we stayed at this hostel kind of thing where u share room with others. When we entered the room this guy Eric sat there playing his guitarr. He was a puertoRican living in america, backpacking in scandinavia because he had nothing better to do, so we made firends with him. He had just gotten there and the first thing that happens is that two complete strangers turn up to him, becomes friends and offers him a free RHCP promo ticket (we had a spare one, remember? :D Later it seemed like other people had litterally killed to get these, there were almost exclusivelly business people attending the concert. the few fans had worked their ass off in fanclubs or getting in through competitions) So anyways we went to kristiania where the concert was held, qued for about 1½ hour and eventually got in. The concert was about 2-2½ hour long with RHCP on stage, 500 people in the audience... We were 5 meters from stage without any pushing around and could just soak every bit of it in. My girlfriend (ex ) propably never loved me as much as she did that night. She was in complete ecstasy. We also met 2 other swedes in there and then the five of us went to some afterparty afterwards, having a beer and just having a generally good time.
People into the music still hates me today for saying i was at a RHCP concert with 500 people in the audience standing on the frontline. Basically they were playing for us exclusivelly
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