The worst thing about beautiful moments
It's pretty straightforward - we all have moments where something amazing happens in life and it makes you feel really good or whatever.

The horrible thing is you can't ever have the first beautiful moment again, it's there and it's gone in a flash. A bit like catching a snowflake in your throat. And the only thing you are stuck with is a memory.

I keep reliving over in my head a first kiss I had with a girl. I'm a single guy now so it's painful enough. But the whole night that I met the girl, spent hours talking to her, thinking how beautiful her smile was. How that she didn't mind that in my haste to shave I'd cut a skintag off my face by accident and had bled all the way down my neck prompting a hasty trip to Tesco for plasters looking like Sweeney Todd's last victim.

Walking her back to her car at closing time. In -2 temperatures, but feeling warm cause her hand somehow linked round mine now. Walking for ages just in silence holding her hand, looking at her every now and again and seeing her looking back and smiling. Getting to her car and her gently and softly kissing me. Then looking at me again, and kissing me exactly the same way again and giggling slightly. Before she drove off home again.

At that moment, I could have been walking on the top of the stratosphere. It was pure hollywood. The fact is though I will never get to have that moment again. Not even if I tried a thousand times will I have this beautiful moment again.

All of you people who have kids and loving husbands/wives/significant others will get to see that moment over and again every time they see who they love. I just have a memory and that isn't much fun in my opinion.

Although to be fair, I had a shit after being constipated and I too nearly saw the face of my maker. Is this a high or low point end to the post?
(mediumpete and his frozen cheese collection wrote this, Wed 11 Aug 2010, 20:39, 1 reply)

"And the only thing you are stuck with is a memory"
The world was created 5 minutes ago complete with your memories and the holes in your socks.*

Be thankful for them. It would suck if you just had the holes in your socks.

*Bertrand Russell, I believe.
( Claws of Doom I am no longer infected, Wed 11 Aug 2010, 23:19, closed)