You guys just reminded me. I love the smell of blacktop when it gets softened and somewhat liquefied on a really hot summer day. You know, so soft it sticks to your tires and makes those crackling sounds as you roll over it.
Does schadenfreude count? Let's say that it does. When England lost in the European Championship final to Italy (Football). I was as high as a kite for about a week after that. Still happy. But generally? I'm a curmudgeonly misanthrope who considers Edgar Allan Poe to be his twin flame (In a non sexual way). So... not much. Being in my own company makes me happy, or as close to happy that I can get.
WeCroak. It's an app based on a Bhutanese proverb that contemplating death and one's mortality five times daily makes you a happier person. So once you sign up, it sends you five messages at random times throughout the day reminding you of your limited lease on this mortal coil. Not threats, just gentle reminders. Cheers
Oh Yeah! And now that I'm old, counting out the change slowly to the cashier, while the people behind me roll their eyes. Almost as good as acting confused by the Debit card machine. It's the simple pleasures in life that make life worth living.
Be sure to step through a doorway and immediately stop and look around as if you're lost for like 5 minutes so nobody else can get through. Those bottleneck areas like doorways seem to active some kind of 'stop drop and block' order in the minds of the elderly.
That's good too. I've found that in some larger department stores, careful positioning of a shopping cart and then walking slow can get a sort of Conga line going with me at the lead. If you must ask what a Conga line is, do NOT do anything I have done. Your rite of passage has not occurred yet.
Way back when i worked in MK, after the Christmas piss up one year our then CEO led the entire staff on a drunken conga through the shopping centre, without his trousers (well i say without, he was wearing them on his head because and i quote "Dylan knows shit") We were all quite explicably happy, right up to the point that security showed up
That CEO was a special guy, he also always said he wanted a mexican wave at his funeral... this was like 20 years ago and ive lost touch so i don't know if its happened
what makes me happy is the realization that inside I am absolutely calm and conscious at every second of my existence. This condition most often occurs in me when I am out in nature and write my texts.
Apparently the Seattle Seahawks invented it, its called the Mexican Wave by football(soccer) commentators over here because the first time they saw it was at the world cup in Mexico in 1986
I don’t mind the Olympics usually but I have zero interest in this one. It just feels like a complete non-event without crowds.
Those Dum Dum suckers from the doctors' offices and occasionally on Halloween, especially the ones with coconut embedded in the candy.
When i throw something into the trash and it falls in first try. When i measure something with a ruler and it matches the exact measurement I assumed it to be. Finding any house construction site in my neighborhood that isnt being occupied by workers and chilling there. I like the smell of day old dried concrete and muddy water there.
You'd have to scale an eight-foot chainlink fence with an opaque barrier to get into one here. The locals, for some odd reason, do not like to see construction in progress.
