Time in Bottle

[Keroin]

Uhm uhm!

Well, we got kicked out of the house after trick or treating for no reason, so we spent much of the night going from friend's house to friend's house looking for a place to sleep. We ended up sneaking into a friend's backyard to say in the pool house with his older sister and her friends, who were watching scary movies until the wee hours of the morning. Slept on the floor with a belly full of candy.

There was also pagan stuff involved (it was my first proper Wiccan Samhain), so the night took on a much more mysterious atmosphere than it ever had before or since.

Anyways, we woke up the next morning feeling like shit. Had ramen for breakfast, and spent the afternoon making up games to play on the trampoline they had.

Cool! Sounds like a very surreal Halloween.

This is what I was thinking, too. I would want to relive the days each of my children were born. I'll trade in my best BDSM day so I could have both days.

There is nothing that could ever compare to the emotions running through me and the physical sensations of child birth. I want them again, pain and all.

Well, OK, you can trade in your BDSM day for that.

I love the irony in Christmas being your fav.

I know, right?

I can't really pinpoint one, I can think of many events though. I'd say though, when I was about 4/5. I was never able to do much as a kind, after walking a block I was panting like I'd done a marathon. Anyway, I was in kindergarten being bullied along with lots of other kids, mostly girls, all the weak kids. They had us trapped in a toy hut behind the main building, I got out and just ran for the supervising adult to get help. That was the first time I was able to run successfully. It surprised me. I was full on expecting to get tackled down but when I glanced back that fucker was dropping back, and I manged to dodge and jump over two of his cronies. That was a pretty good day.

That is like a scene out of a movie, YC. Awesome!

6th August 1989, in Biarritz.

That was the day my first real love first kissed me.

I had had other boyfriends before - indeed I had been engaged to someone - but I had never truly loved a man before. And I was already in love with him long before he kinda noticed me as a woman (rather than just as a good friend), and kissed me.

I remember every millisecond of that kiss. And I remember exactly where I was sitting (on the Rocher de la Vierge, but EXACTLY where on the Rocher I was sitting!), I remember the shirt he was wearing, I remember the precise moment as he walked towards me and reached out his hand that I knew he was going to kiss me...

Yup. A trip back to that day would be nice to have in the "emergency feel-good" box.

Oh man, yeah, I remember my first "in love" kiss. It is permanently engraved on my memory down to the smallest detail.

That would actually be my second choice for a day to bottle.

As to the favourite BDSM day, that would have to be the one I recorded in this story -

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=393588

Goes to read.

 

[Etoile]

From 12:00 noon 5/10/09 to 12:00 noon 5/11/09. Wife and I spent the 10th at Rye Playland with one of our dearest friends, and then the next morning we got married in Connecticut. I was all a-flutter.

 

[graceanne]

I thought of one that I don't mind sharing. Mostly cause it's a great 'people aren't all bad' kind of story.

I was pregnant with my son, and had the girls in a double stroller. We were waiting to get on the MAX (light rail), and while we were waiting for the doors to open I pushed the stroller up to the MAX doors. When the doors opened they caught the front wheel of my stroller in them. Meanwhile people are pushing me aside to get on the MAX. I tugged a few times, and realized it take me longer to unstick it then I had before the MAX left. I unbuckled A, and she was climbing out while I was unbuckling B, when I heard some women say 'get the fuck out of the way'. I looked over and she was shoving people out of her way, getting to me! She grabbed the front of the stroller and gave it a really hard yank and got my stroller unstuck. Then she helped me push my way in so I could get my stroller on the MAX. She was awesome.

 

[rida]

As a people's life voyeur ... I love this thread!

 

[the captians wench]

I don't remember which day it was exactly as the whole week kind of blurs together anymore. But the day Jounar and I went to see Dalkey Castle.

We never left the hotel very early, well in my book. It started the same as most days there did. I woke up at 7am local time, and in fear of waking him just layed there watching him sleep until 8am. Then I pulled out my itouch that I kept on the night stand and checked email, sending an update to my mom, and poping on lit. About 9 am I heard him grumble which always ment he woke when I did and was hoping I would go back to sleep, but after 2 hours he gave up. *giggles*

He rolled over and faced me, his eyes still closed, says "fancy a shag" in a mumbly half asleep voice.

I giggled and siad "sure" and crawled over him, under the blankets for a blow and a romp.

Then he was up for his morning smoke, which was alway amusing because he came back from out side so jazzed up after it. *giggles* This morning he calls me outside. It was a beautiful sunny morning, well as sunny as it gets there anyway. I stood there, under his arm, holding him and looking out towards the mountains (Willowick I think). And back inside to get dressed properly.

While we're dressing he asks what I'd like to do that day. I told him since it was sunny, I thought we should take advantage of it and go to the beach to find my mom a shell. She'd asked me to bring one back. He wasn't sure we'd find any, but he was willing to try, and he agreed we should do it while it was sunny.

(now I remember, it was wednesday, because it was half way thru my trip)

So dressed and on the LUAS, and a walk across town, and we get to the train station. We pop into the convience store there to get a drink and I grab a sandwhich. I'm not used to not eating in the morning because of my sugar, and he's not used to eating in the morning so he often forgot that I needed to. He laughed at me and scolded me mildly saying if he knew I was hungry we could have stopped somewhere proper and ate. I told him it wasn't so much that I was hungry, but that I had to eat and I'd be hungry in a couple hours anyway.

He bought our tickets, and handed me one saying "don't loose this, it's your way home as well". I nodded and held it for dear life.

The train ride was pretty short, but so much fun. I'd never been on a train before. He pointed out when we passed towns he'd lived in, telling stories that happened there.

We stopped in Killkenny (I think that was the name of it) and crossed over the bridge to the beach. The ocean was beautiful, it had been years since I was on a propper beach, one that had an ocean crashing against it. Trees lined the area making it feel secluded. We scoured the beach. I found neat pebbles that I started collecting, and he collected a few as well, but not a shell in site. I found a rock grouping that looked like the perfect spot to take a picture of my bear, so I stopped my search for a bit to pose him and snap my pictures for home, while he walked on a bit.

After my pics I decided to check closer to the water line. I timed it carefully, watching the water as it flowed. When it started out, I ran behind it, scaning quickly and ran back to safety. I don't know how long he stood there watching me do this, chasing the water, letting out small shreeks when the cold water found my feet, but when I caught sight of him, I gave up and walked back over to him.

We walked on a bit, I snapped a couple more pictures, and he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shows it to me. In his hand is a perfect bleach white shell from some sort of clam. I know my face lit up like a christmas tree, and I turned and hugged him around the waist. I was so excited we'd found one for my mom, it was the only thing she'd asked for. He laughed and said we'd found the only shell in Dublin bay.

After that excitement we started back to the station deciding on lunch. I had no idea where we were going. We went a few stops back towards Dublin stopping in Dalkey. The little village was so darling, but he had told me Dublin was flat. Dalkey, is not flat. Maybe he ment Dublin proper.

Anyway we had a nice lunch in a shop called "The Queen's Tarts". I remember he had shepard's pie, but for the life of me I can't recall what I had. I just remember everything there tasting so fresh.

And just down the street I caught my first glimpse of where he had planned to take ma all along, Dalkey Castle.

Okay, so it's really just one tower, but it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. A real castle. One that had been there when such things were nessisary. And there was an 11th century (I think) curch on the property that we got to look about while waiting for the tour to start. there was a grave yard there too, and we found an old tomb stone that was a celtic cross decorated with shells embedded into the stone. I laughed and told him this proved that there are shells in that bay.

The tour was a hoot. And he was such a sport about it, playing along with the actors, the only Irishman in the group of tourists. I think I fell in love with him a little more in that moment.

We also found the perfect gift for my niece in the giftshop there. The cutest, softest little stuffed sheep toy you could ever find, with a green and white dot scarf around it's neck. (when she opened it christmas morning she latched onto it and never put it down, even when she played with her Hanna Montana guitar, that little sheep was right beside her).

Then we headed home. . . and got lost trying to find the train station. Now I'm not used to the amount of walking we did on a normal day in the flat Dublin center. Dalkey was all up one hill and down the next. We ended up half way back to the beach before finding the station. And infront of the station he told me to pull out my ticket. . . pocket, pocket, pocket, pocket, bra? shoe? Nope, no ticket. I looked up at him with the most panicked look in my eyes, and told him I couldn't find it. He held an angry look for about 1.5 minutes, then sighed and bought me a return ticket.

I snuggled into him abit on the return trip, I was exhausted and we were going home in the midst of rush hour. He kept a close eye on me as we traveled back to the hotel. He was very protective of me in crowds.

We stopped at the little store close to the hotel to pick up our snacks for the night (like we did every night) and back to the room. And once my ass hit the bed I was out cold. I was totally exhausted. So much so that I fell asleep in the bath. After pulling me out from the tub, we curled around my laptop to watch a movie, and I fell asleep again.

That was the only night there that didn't end in sex, but it was still my favorite day.

 

[where]

.....

 

[midwestyankee]

This request to select and then describe for public consumption one 24-hour period of my life as being somehow both singular and worth re-living has been rattling around in my brain like a lost moth in a closet filled with polyester.

Most of my memorable days contained singular events rather than 24-hours long of greatness. The thing is, their value lies not in what they meant in the moment but rather in the accumulated patina that comes over time. That oddly quirky date with the brunette that was perfectly enjoyable in the moment but which, eventually, was the first date with one's wife of many years. Or the incredibly satisfying day of student teaching which, later, turned out to provide the impetus to teach for a living. Or the day of sex spent in a hotel room with only a break to find a few muffins and some orange juice. But while pleasant in the extreme at the time, bears much greater weight in recollection because of the long and vibrant relationship that began there.

One of the lessons in Groundhog Day is that every day life is cherishable in itself, if only we will notice its fine details. So while I've lived many days that were extraordinary, especially when seen in light of how those days were part of larger things, I'd much rather sip from a bottle that ensured that I would see the lovely details in today and tomorrow, and the next day as well.

 

[Keroin]

Well then...nevermind.

Actually, the idea for this came to me a few years ago. I was contemplating the notion of time travel and started thinking about the moments in my life I'd like to travel back to and see. Then I thought, well, what if I could relive them? Then I thought, well, what if I had to pick only one day, and I couldn't alter it in any way, what would it be?

I didn't actually intend to turn this into a long, soul searching dilemma for everyone, lol. I honestly thought it was just a fun question.

Hm.

You just never know.

 

[midwestyankee]

Well then...nevermind.

Actually, the idea for this came to me a few years ago. I was contemplating the notion of time travel and started thinking about the moments in my life I'd like to travel back to and see. Then I thought, well, what if I could relive them? Then I thought, well, what if I had to pick only one day, and I couldn't alter it in any way, what would it be?

I didn't actually intend to turn this into a long, soul searching dilemma for everyone, lol. I honestly thought it was just a fun question.

Hm.

You just never know.

Don't let my annual retreat into introspective butt-kicking spoil your thread. I can see that it's been fun for quite a few.

 

[where]

Don't let my annual retreat into introspective butt-kicking spoil your thread. I can see that it's been fun for quite a few.

I'm still waiting for my damn bottles!

 

[Keroin]

Don't let my annual retreat into introspective butt-kicking spoil your thread. I can see that it's been fun for quite a few.

Oh, very little spoils my threads. I like the organic unfolding of conversations and thoughts, regardless of where it leads.

ETA: I actually have another question I used to ask people, concerning space travel, aliens, etc. I considered posting here once but I reckon I already know everyone's answer.

I'm still waiting for my damn bottles!

Did I mention I ship by carrier pigeon? Where do you live again?

 

[where]

Oh, very little spoils my threads. I like the organic unfolding of conversations and thoughts, regardless of where it leads.

ETA: I actually have another question I used to ask people, concerning space travel, aliens, etc. I considered posting here once but I reckon I already know everyone's answer.



Did I mention I ship by carrier pigeon? Where do you live again?

well given it's taken just over a month for a package to hit the USA from here, I reckon I'm stuffed!

what's my answer to the space question?

 

[Keroin]

well given it's taken just over a month for a package to hit the USA from here, I reckon I'm stuffed!

what's my answer to the space question?

Your answer is "no".

 

[where]

Your answer is "no".

it is?

I might surprise you!

 

[Keroin]

it is?

Yes.

I might surprise you!

Nope, you wouldn't.



You are a parent, after all.

 

[where]

Yes.



Nope, you wouldn't.



You are a parent, after all.

but I'm a bad one and hate kids

 

[Keroin]

but I'm a bad one and hate kids

Nice try.

 

[Homburg]

Any day in my life. Well, virtually any day. Especially the last few years.

It's cheesy to say, but I live my life so as to have no regrets, and the few regrets I do have (Claudine Blanc, I'm still sorry for telling you no when you asked me out to prom in front of the whole class) are so minor that they aren't anything serious. As a result, I have a lot of days that I would be perfectly happy to relive.

Sure, some were truly abysmally shitty ones that I'd rather not relive, but the most were, and are, quietly worthy.

And it is especially weird to write this because I am morosely fucking down on myself right now. But the truth is the truth. I live my life how I want, and I cherish every moment. Ten years from now, I may not remember my five year old son giggling and whacking me on the head with a paper tube from the giftwrap, but it makes me who I am. And days like today where I doubt and second guess myself and tear myself up for my decisions, well, they make me who I am too.

 

[Etoile]

Hommie...I wanna be you when I grow up. *Hugs*

 

[Homburg]

Hommie...I wanna be you when I grow up. *Hugs*

Days like this I wouldn't advise it, but thanks for the sentiment anyway.

 

[Keroin]

Any day in my life. Well, virtually any day. Especially the last few years.

It's cheesy to say, but I live my life so as to have no regrets, and the few regrets I do have (Claudine Blanc, I'm still sorry for telling you no when you asked me out to prom in front of the whole class) are so minor that they aren't anything serious. As a result, I have a lot of days that I would be perfectly happy to relive.

Sure, some were truly abysmally shitty ones that I'd rather not relive, but the most were, and are, quietly worthy.

And it is especially weird to write this because I am morosely fucking down on myself right now. But the truth is the truth. I live my life how I want, and I cherish every moment. Ten years from now, I may not remember my five year old son giggling and whacking me on the head with a paper tube from the giftwrap, but it makes me who I am. And days like today where I doubt and second guess myself and tear myself up for my decisions, well, they make me who I am too.

Hang in there H.

I used to think about time travel all the time. Still do. I eventually came to the conclusion though that whether it's possible, time travel is unethical... a rant I started somewhere else not to long ago and scarcely got started on before I cut myself short for fear of highjacking the thread overly much.

Meh, I was just indulging in some make believe. I do that all the time. Ethical considerations have no place in my made up world(s).

Sometimes soul searching can be fun. And the baring of it has a way of carrying that exhibitionist/ voyer thrill for some of us too. (not that I know anything about that)

No worries. Like I said to Yanks, I enjoy watching threads unfold organically and seeing where they lead. It just struck me as funny that the direction of this one veered far off the course I imagined for it.

 

[Keroin]

And days like today where I doubt and second guess myself and tear myself up for my decisions, well, they make me who I am too.

Sorry but this struck something in me, so I'm going back to it. And now I will completely hijack my own thread.

Back in the manners thread I took a bit of flak from a few folks for constantly returning to the value of "choice" but I think what Homburg is saying illustrates my point well.

H, you have chosen to live an unconventional life in more than one way. I have too. Our choices are no guarantee of happiness. And yet, I'll take it all, every crappy, I-want-to-crawl-under-a rock-and-stay-there-because-life-sucks day/week/month/year that came from my decisions and choices, because they were my choices. Because there's something about following your heart that makes any adversity - no matter how painful in the present moment - bearable.

 

[Homburg]

Hang in there H.

Thank you. For all the self-doubt last night about my choices and whether or not I'd really done the right thing by making the ethical choice, I slept well. I woke up to a new day, and I feel better. Time to just move on.

Yes, there was a question as to whether the ethical choice was the right choice. It's complex.

Sorry but this struck something in me, so I'm going back to it. And now I will completely hijack my own thread.

Back in the manners thread I took a bit of flak from a few folks for constantly returning to the value of "choice" but I think what Homburg is saying illustrates my point well.

H, you have chosen to live an unconventional life in more than one way. I have too. Our choices are no guarantee of happiness. And yet, I'll take it all, every crappy, I-want-to-crawl-under-a rock-and-stay-there-because-life-sucks day/week/month/year that came from my decisions and choices, because they were my choices. Because there's something about following your heart that makes any adversity - no matter how painful in the present moment - bearable.

Oh, absolutely. I've taken the path less traveled and the path of most resistance more often than not, and suffered for it along the way. But I honestly could not live any other way and still be true to myself and my principles.

The worry, at least for me, is where my choices drag the people attached to me. viv and MIS are adults and their own choices brought them to my side, but the kids made no such choices. They add a layer of worry and doubt that nothing can really assuage. Honestly though, that layer is reality at its' finest. Without doubt and worry and struggle, we lead meaningless lives. Or, well, more meaningless lives anyway.

As to "choice", I've said for a long time that I am the sum total of every choice that I have made up to this point. I take this very seriously.

 

[graceanne]

The above hijack made me think of a conversation I've had recently, and will probably have to have routinely.

If I could go back and do my life over, I wouldn't. Yeah, I've made mistakes, and there are things I wish I hadn't done or had done, but in whole what's been done to me, and choices I made (either good or bad) have gotten me here and made me who I am, and I like where I am and who I am.

 

[Homburg]

The above hijack made me think of a conversation I've had recently, and will probably have to have routinely.

If I could go back and do my life over, I wouldn't. Yeah, I've made mistakes, and there are things I wish I hadn't done or had done, but in whole what's been done to me, and choices I made (either good or bad) have gotten me here and made me who I am, and I like where I am and who I am.

Very much so. I think literally telling poor Claudine yes would be the only change, and really I would do that because it was a thoughtless move on my part. She was terribly brave to do so and I should've had the decency to not shoot her down.

Honestly though, I'm not sad that I missed prom. I hate school dances. I just wish I hadn't hurt that girl.

Weird how something like this can stick with me after all these years.