Happiest Moments of your life
I’ve just been thinking a lot lately of how happy I am about the way some things have gone for me the last few years. I’ve had some bad times, some good times, some terrible times, and some great times. But I don’t know if I can truly pinpoint my top few moments/times in my life.
I want to figure it out, and this sounds pretty corny, but if everyone can post some of their happiest times (not including anything dirty) I feel like that could justify some of my candidates.
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- dancing onstage with Chuck Berry w/Alix
- Phils winning the World Series
- getting compliments on my artwork at a public show
- my parents never questioning my lifelong interest in the Arts – then willingly & with much support sending me through an arts university
- getting my own 16mm Bolex
- my friend getting a clean bill of health after beating cancer
- finally going on a trip together with Kev (as opposed to flying separate flights to each other all the time)
- getting pregnant (oh wait, i’m kidding)
- playing music live with bands
- seeing Spamalot with Tim Curry
- finally being the go-to media person at my job
- getting married on Bonfire Night
- seeing Nick Cave, R.E.M, Yes & Moxy Fruvous live multiple times
- standing alongside Kev and seeing Nick Cave perform “Into My Arms”
- being a cake-gorging human slug in a friend’s student film shot on a Philly sidestreet
- going to Sex Dwarf (a new wave dance night), anytime
- finally getting my visa approved to move to England, and vice versa with kev’s greencard
- most recently, Brent Spiner joining Twitter
i dont think i totally understand the idea, mainly buecause i dont bother ranking moments in my life. i usually take value in the good and bad stuff because the story of the day i dislocated my knee (a bad moment) is just as entertaining to tell as the day my daughter was born (a bad moment).
as long as life refrains from being boring at monotonuous, up, down, doesnt matter. i just try to enjoy the ride.
…….. wow, i tried to make some sort of life affirming point and i think it came out as warmed over hallmark card crap.
The time me and my friends found a truck tire, and spent all day rolling it down the parkway underpass to be sucked under a train, then pop out a quarter of a mile down the tracks.
Also, when I was a little kid and could do that kind of stuff.
Derrick said:…the story of the day i dislocated my knee (a bad moment) is just as entertaining to tell as the day my daughter was born (a bad moment).
poor kid.
valuing all moments, good or bad, is something i think most people with some modicum of sense tend to do. however, i don’t think it’s that difficult of an idea to understand. obviously your daughter’s birth would probably be in this list (unless it really was that bad of a moment). your knee, not so much.
i mean that its hard to just list good moments because i tend to look at the good stories from my life as opposed to specific moments that leave me all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
so in a way, even though the knee thing was not a feel good moment, it was still a good moment.
Derrick said:i mean that its hard to just list good moments because i tend to look at the good stories from my life as opposed to specific moments that leave me all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
so in a way, even though the knee thing was not a feel good moment, it was still a good moment.
i know what you meant, i am just looking at it in a far less complex way. dancing with Chuck Berry significantly trounces cracking my head open on the bathroom floor in college. both are great stories, one was far more exciting and far less painful.
- Awesome post.
- Derrick, I lol’d.
- Evan, I don’t have the right words to express what a great happy thing to post of all the happy things you could have posted.
- Mandy, are you actually kidding? Also, is it bad that I’m almost as excited to follow Brent Spiner on twitter?
Also, mine:
- The first time I put a ring on Gosia’s finger.
- Every single time my niece and nephew look at me like I’m cooler than God (my niece less so now, but still)
- The first time I heard Radiohead’s Kid A (seriously. And yes, I’m well aware how lame it is that this is ranked up there with such life-changing events).
- Italy
- Poland
- That this website is still going years later and that I get to talk to all of you people every day.
i am actually kidding. you know, for now. give us another year or so.
and no, it’s not bad. i fucking LOVE Brent Spiner and he’s been hilarious so far. i want to twitter-lick him.
i should have also put listening to every R.E.M. album everyday for about 4 solid years.
I actually think things like the birth of a kid is something that is so large and so life changing that it’s not just strictly a happiest moment. To me happiest moments are ones that are 100% sheer enjoyment. No stress, no worry, no tension…nothing except happiness. And while there’s a ton of happiness involved the day your kids are born, there’s also a ton of all that other stuff as well which makes it a combination event.
Like my first date with my wife ranks as a purer “Happiest moment” than our actual wedding because there was also a lot of stress and worry, and other people to concern myself with on that day.
Actually John and Gosia’s wedding ranks pretty high on multiple levels because 1) it was a happy occassion involving 2 people who I love dearly and their/my families, and 2) It was one of the first memories i have of being out with my son and him enjoying things like a “normal kid” and us not being worried to death or having to lower the bar of expectations, etc. There was just nothing bad at all about that day and nothing for me to be stressed over or worried about or hassles to deal with. Just 100% happy.
Also the trip with my family to visit my in-laws in Poland is also up there. And that even more so because I expected it to be filled with stress and there was zero stress.
The day after my third sex change operation.
i agree with kevins first paragraph and its hard to explain the day to day joy that a child can bring to people without kids… or with kids that suck.
ofcourse i didnt see the day as a combination event because im a strange breed who actually functions better and his happy to be stressed. i dont know, lets me know im alive or something.
buuuut, since it seems like my enjoying all of life is an unpopular view, or atleast not really answering the question, ill roll out my mental snap that caused me to leave new jersey three days after highschool graduation, and the four months me, matt, and aldon spent making a movie in 10th grade. it was during those moments where i discovered what i wanted to do for the rest of my life.
also, the time i took my dad to see the who for his birthday was a pretty good time, and then he returned the favor and took me for my birthday last year.
Derrick, I’m the same way. I thrive on stress and do my best work under the tightest deadlines and hairiest situations.
Sammy, was that the day you just decided to split the difference?
Evan said:Sammy, was that the day you just decided to split the difference?
Yeah, man. I ain’t lonely no mo’!
Being at game 5 of the World Series this year with my brother on my birthday. Just amazing.
- Everytime I walk around Boston during my lunch hour. I smile and can’t even help myself.
- Driving to Maine this summer to visit one of my best friends. It was a six-hour drive by myself and I loved every minute it.
- Picking up my college roommate from the airport (see: opening scene of “Love Actually”)
- Climbing the Eiffel Tower for my 20th birthday and riding the ferris wheel afterwards
- Seeing the first magazine printed that I had a large hand in creating
- Seeing four of my friends get hitched and start lives together with people who perfectly matched them. Each time it renewed my belief in marriage.
- the phillies winning the world series
- climbing to the top of the eiffel tower and writing my parents a postcard, just like my dad did to my mom years before
- the night at club koko in camdentown in london, after the cold war kids and hold steady played. music just came on immediately after the show and everyone just started dancing. i was with my best friend greg and arcade fire’s “wake up” came on and it was truly amazing.
- when i saw the graduate for the first time in my life
- when i found out theresa, my best friend, got engaged
i have two best friends. and none of you are them. unless greg decides to return to the scrabbled.
christina said:i have two best friends. and none of you are them. unless greg decides to return to the scrabbled.
Fuck you, Paris!
christina said:i have two best friends. and none of you are them. unless greg decides to return to the scrabbled.
Good to know? Anyway, Greg apparently reads it! Jerk just don’t post no more.
September, I went on a solo bicycle ride to Liberty State Park. My buddy Nicholas couldn’t make it out for the night, so my newly acquired collection of classical music did. As I crossed a pedestrian bridge overlooking lower Manhattan and Ellis Island, the sun began to set, I propped myself up for a hands-free cruise. At the very same moment a great instensity rose up from Holst’s Second Suite In F For Military Band (1:29 mark or so?) and a flying V of 7 geese crossed over me diagonally, heading out over the Hudson. It was an instance of perfection, free of all thought.
Also, in punchball-kickball in middle school gym, I punched the pitch off the ceiling into the basket across the way, for an epic 10 points-per-runner, come-from-behind victory.
Paris said:September, I went on a solo bicycle ride to Liberty State Park. My buddy Nicholas couldn’t make it out for the night, so my newly acquired collection of classical music did. As I crossed a pedestrian bridge overlooking lower Manhattan and Ellis Island, the sun began to set, I propped myself up for a hands-free cruise. At the very same moment a great instensity rose up from Holst’s Second Suite In F For Military Band (1:29 mark or so?) and a flying V of 7 geese crossed over me diagonally, heading out over the Hudson. It was an instance of perfection, free of all thought.
This sounds like such a perfect moment.
Paris said:Also, in punchball-kickball in middle school gym, I punched the pitch off the ceiling into the basket across the way, for an epic 10 points-per-runner, come-from-behind victory.
that sounds like such a perfect moment.
John said:Paris said:September, I went on a solo bicycle ride to Liberty State Park. My buddy Nicholas couldn’t make it out for the night, so my newly acquired collection of classical music did. As I crossed a pedestrian bridge overlooking lower Manhattan and Ellis Island, the sun began to set, I propped myself up for a hands-free cruise. At the very same moment a great instensity rose up from Holst’s Second Suite In F For Military Band (1:29 mark or so?) and a flying V of 7 geese crossed over me diagonally, heading out over the Hudson. It was an instance of perfection, free of all thought.
This sounds like such a perfect moment.
That’s exactly what I like about it most. It was this sudden combination that lasted for mere moments. Plus, I had just moved to Jersey City and the first weeks of teaching were killing me. I make sure to give myself personal breaks and this turned out to leave me completely worry-free for the instance. It hit me so hard that I stopped after the song to write down what happened.