(written ages ago, posted today cause i miss posting and i miss people and i miss lots of things today)
During today's usual Skype meeting (a weird modern, long distance tradition resembling traditional Sunday lunches with family), M.#2 was saying that in crappy days like these she has been trying to retrieve to her memory, to re-live a day in the past when she felt so absolutely completely happy. No other emotion, just pure happiness.
And she had to go far she said. In May 2007, the first psychology students conference we organized. I remember that day. Every time i put on the t-shirt. What a great idea that was, to make t-shirts. it has gone very bad now of course after 5 years. its blackness gave way to ugly grayness and the red letters of the motto are coming of bit by bit. still my favorite. Although, i am not sure i have the same smile as that one i had when i first wore it. I remember that smile too. Its the most impressive in that picture with the rest of the "organizing team", standing outside on the grass, almost dark but not yet, and we look so happy. I am massively ugly in that picture too. but so happy. So happy.
I remember the rush. I remember thinking at some point, in the middle of running up and down and talking to people, that must be what "being high" is like. Being high on happiness.
My day is the Dogstock day. I dont remember the year (sometimes they get all confused in my head, probably because little change over time, or at least little is what you notice). At that bar called Paradise Place and it is not an exaggeration. My first time at Pomos. That day, quite opposite to the one above, was chilled out. There was no rush, no arousal, no excitement even. There was swimming, and there was the sea, and there was the sun setting into the sea during that last swin of the day in orangy waters. And there was music, all sorts of music, and there was festival food (i had Lebanese i remember), and all those known faces, and dancing, all that dancing. and sitting on the roof top of the bar under the stars at 2 o'clock.
It could be that other days of absolute happiness have passed since then, but yet the memory of none of them can create this warm feeling inside.
M.#2 said all her happy days involved us three and i agreed. She said that's really something. I say that's friendship.
During today's usual Skype meeting (a weird modern, long distance tradition resembling traditional Sunday lunches with family), M.#2 was saying that in crappy days like these she has been trying to retrieve to her memory, to re-live a day in the past when she felt so absolutely completely happy. No other emotion, just pure happiness.
And she had to go far she said. In May 2007, the first psychology students conference we organized. I remember that day. Every time i put on the t-shirt. What a great idea that was, to make t-shirts. it has gone very bad now of course after 5 years. its blackness gave way to ugly grayness and the red letters of the motto are coming of bit by bit. still my favorite. Although, i am not sure i have the same smile as that one i had when i first wore it. I remember that smile too. Its the most impressive in that picture with the rest of the "organizing team", standing outside on the grass, almost dark but not yet, and we look so happy. I am massively ugly in that picture too. but so happy. So happy.
I remember the rush. I remember thinking at some point, in the middle of running up and down and talking to people, that must be what "being high" is like. Being high on happiness.
My day is the Dogstock day. I dont remember the year (sometimes they get all confused in my head, probably because little change over time, or at least little is what you notice). At that bar called Paradise Place and it is not an exaggeration. My first time at Pomos. That day, quite opposite to the one above, was chilled out. There was no rush, no arousal, no excitement even. There was swimming, and there was the sea, and there was the sun setting into the sea during that last swin of the day in orangy waters. And there was music, all sorts of music, and there was festival food (i had Lebanese i remember), and all those known faces, and dancing, all that dancing. and sitting on the roof top of the bar under the stars at 2 o'clock.
It could be that other days of absolute happiness have passed since then, but yet the memory of none of them can create this warm feeling inside.
M.#2 said all her happy days involved us three and i agreed. She said that's really something. I say that's friendship.
