Yesterday, courtesy of my 365 Day Blogging Challenge, I depressed myself by writing about things that made me sad. A post that only served to remind me just how lonely and depressed I am at the moment.
Thankfully, the challenge isn’t dwelling on this, so here are twenty five things that make me happy. It’s not a complete list, but a nice cross section of the things that make me smile and feel wonderful.
“I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone–I always have such a crowded head.”
De Lint has been my favourite author since I first discovered his work in the early naughties. An old friend I met whilst backpacking mentioned him and for months I kept my eye out for any of his books. Unfortunately, he is not widely available outside of North America and it took me nearly two years to come across one of his books. This book was Memory and Dream and I found it in a charity shop in Inverness for 50p. I carried this book around with me until 2009, when I lost it courtesy of homelessness.
I haven’t had the opportunity to read De Lint since, but if I can get back on my feet, the thought of several new books to read puts a smile on my face.
“Wondering’s healthy. Broadens the mind. Opens you up to all sorts of stray thoughts and possibilities.”
2. Jacket Potatoes (with butter, cheese, broccoli and cauliflower)
3. The Legend of Zelda
If I had the money I would go straight to the store and purchase a Wii and a copy of Twilight Princess so I could spend the next several days in a blissful state of ecstasy.
Just look at them. They are awesome embodied in marsupial form.
No, I’m not made happy by separate clauses in legal documentation, nor specific bits of clothing or household paraphernalia. I mean well written, entertaining, thought-provoking articles of journalistic, opinionistic merit.
Despite it being the location of a dark moment in my life, there hasn’t been a single time I’ve visited this beautiful place when I haven’t felt pure ecstasy.
8. The female posterior.
I’m not going to apologise for this as I don’t expect women to apologise for their own lustful desires. I happen to think the female posterior in any shape, size or form, is magnificent and you’re completely mad if you don’t
9. That moment when you realise the book you are holding is special.
We’ve all had a moment such as this. You’ve selected your book, maybe from a review or recommendation, perhaps from just browsing the shelves of you local book emporium. The cover looks interesting, the blurb intriguing, but you know not what it may contain within. As you start reading it you smile, promise yourself one more chapter, then two, four, then you realise what you’re holding is something magnificent. Something that will stay with you always.
Quest for a Kelpie – Age 8, Scotland – Under the duvet with a torch
The Crow Road – Age 21, Scotland – On the shores of Loch Shiel.
The Hotel New Hampshire – Age 21, Canada – On a train between Edmonton and Toronto.
The Stornoway Way – Age 26, Australia – Small park outside Fitzroy library.
Thirteen Reasons Why – Age 30, Australia – Kings Domain, homeless.
10. The Virgin (by Gustav Klimt):
If I had the money I would go straight to the store and purchase a Wii and a copy of Twilight Princess so I could spend the next several days in a blissful state of ecstasy. But before I allowed myself to be cocooned in such a state, I would swing by a camera store and buy a brand spanking new D-SLR with multiple lenses so I could reignite my passion for photography.One of my strongest emotions is how calm and focussed I am when viewed the world through the lens of a camera. Lost in my desire to capture the beauty I see to share with the world.
12. The fact that so many people have become obsessed with Forty Shade of Grey…
…when Anne Rice was doing sadomasochistic erotica far better twenty odd years ago.
13. Sleepy Lizards
Just look at them. They are cuddly cuteness embodied in reptile form.
“Ye wake in a corner and stay there hoping yer body will disappear, the thoughts smothering ye; these thoughts; but ye want to remember and face up to things, just something keeps ye from doing it, why can’t ye no do it; the words filling yer head: then the other words; there’s something wrong; there’s something far far wrong; ye’re no a good man, ye’re just no a good man. Edging back into awareness, of where ye are: here, slumped in this corner, with these thoughts filling ye. And oh christ his back was sore; stiff, and the head pounding. He shivered and hunched up his shoulders, shut his eyes, rubbed into the corners with his fingertips; seeing all kinds of spots and lights. Where in the name of fuck…”
When I visit a country I have a thing where I try to read as many authors from that country as I can. During my time in Canada I read: Wharton, Cohen, Atwood, Coupland, Huff. In Australia: McGahan, Winton, Micallef, Carey, Garner, Halligan.
During my first months backpacking in Scotland I submerged myself in the works of MacKenzie, Prebble, Gray, Stevenson, Welsh, Burns, MacKay Brown, Doyle and James Kelman.
The latter of which I fell in love with. Recently, whilst browsing a Lifeline op shop, I came upon a novel called Kieron Smith, Boy and let out a small squeal of glee. A new James Kelman novel I had yet to read! I have now read it, and I love him even more.
“Parks were on the other side of the river. One was one way and the other was the other and they were both good. I liked them. Usually we went to the other. It was a big walk and ye went different roads and there were closes to go through and sometimes there were good jumps out the back. But if the other boys were there and saw ye it was a fight…”
15. Flannel Pyjamas
If I had the money I would go straight to the store and purchase a Wii and a copy of Twilight Princess so I could spend the next several days in a blissful state of ecstasy. But before I allowed myself to be cocooned in such a state, I would swing by a camera store and buy a brand spanking new D-SLR with multiple lenses so I could reignite my passion for photography. And with this camera nestled snugly in my backpack I would go to a store and buy a brand new pair of flannelette pyjamas so I could be all cosy when I returned home to play Zelda and think of what photographs to take, possibly a series illustrating how awesome pyjamas are.
16. Flanel Pyjamas (being worn by a woman)
There is nothing sexier, nothing more alluring, nothing more beguiling than a woman wearing pyjamas. Lingerie is all well and good, but in pyjamas, the female form takes on the air of mystery. What delights doth lurk beneath that shield of fabric?
The imagination, far and away the single greatest aphrodisiac known to humankind.
17. Shaun Micallef
The man is a genius, see for yourself.
Who doesn’t love hugs?
Depending on the circumstances, hugs will often lead here.
Yep, hugs lead to kisses which leads to sex which leads to…
21. Going Down Under
Few things make me happier than savouring the succulent delights of Australia’s secret gardens. Horticulturally speaking, of course.
22. The Doctor Who Theme
How happy this tune makes me :) Specifically the assault of emotion that overwhelms me whenever I hear it. Memories of childhood, of teenage years, of my ex attempting to distract me from watching it by naughtily removing her clothing. Joy at being able to visit strange new worlds and befriend wonderful new people. Bliss at the dialogue and plots the writers weave. Frustration at The Beast Below. Pure unadulterated hate at The Horns of Nimon. Confusion over why Tom Baker is so beloved when Troughton and Tennant are far superior. Speculation over how brilliant Colin Baker could have been if not lumbered with such a ridiculous outfit and atrocious scripts. Lust over Amy, Sarah, Ace, Victoria, Nyssa and Zoe. Oh, what a terrible place this world would be without this show.
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