A cinematic moment.

Hmmm, I got a lot of these actually
got to get my head together to write some out though

Walking out into my parents backtyard at 7am to smoke a cigarette, completely silent, the fresh new days clouds opening up and hearing the soles of my shoes crunch an incidental bit of sand as I walked over the concrete,

there was a party at friend's house and me and 2 other guys went to the shop to buy a beer. one of them proposed to take a short cut instead of walking all that road back. So we did, jumping through the fences and on roofs of garages with shopping bags full of beer like some kind of ninja. It was really fun and I feel a bit like narrator in that scene when they were stealing fat.

That's more of a cinematic [I]sequence[/I], but okay.

Sitting in the passenger seat of my parents' car as they drive me back from university at the start of the holidays or back to university at the end. I have to take that journey several times a year, it punctuates my life. It's like it's the end of one chapter and beginning of another and it gives me time to reflect on what's happened and what I want to happen.

or

Going to the beach that my girlfriend and I went to one time. She had been there on a family holiday a few years before and had promised to come back one day. It was in driving distance of my parents house so while we were staying down here we drove out to visit it. I went back recently, she's gone now. She moved back to Austria to start school, neither of us have the time or money to support that kind of long distance relationship so it's essentially over. I looked at the sea and wanted to throw something in but I had nothing of hers to give up. Instead I deleted her British phone number, went back to the car and drove home.

[QUOTE=mikandrewz]Sitting in the passenger seat of my parents' car as they drive me back from university at the start of the holidays or back to university at the end. I have to take that journey several times a year, it punctuates my life. It's like it's the end of one chapter and beginning of another and it gives me time to reflect on what's happened and what I want to happen.

or

Going to the beach that my girlfriend and I went to one time. She had been there on a family holiday a few years before and had promised to come back one day. It was in driving distance of my parents house so while we were staying down here we drove out to visit it. I went back recently, she's gone now. She moved back to Austria to start school, neither of us have the time or money to support that kind of long distance relationship so it's essentially over. I looked at the sea and wanted to throw something in but I had nothing of hers to give up. Instead I deleted her British phone number, went back to the car and drove home.[/QUOTE]
That's huge. Good for you for taking steps forward instead of lingering in the past of what couldn't be.

[QUOTE=mikandrewz] [B]I looked at the sea and wanted to throw something in but I had nothing of hers to give up[/B]. Instead I deleted her British phone number, went back to the car and drove home.[/QUOTE]

That's a great line.

Great thread. I have a bubble of these backlogged in my head. The most recent was when sitting on the tram late at night, more of a scene than moment.

I’m in the front where the seats have your back against the window, an old man sits across from me. In the back a little girl drops an empty soda can, it rolls to the front and the man picks it up saying, "whose this!" The girl comes to the front, her mother sleeping by the window. The old man hands her the can and starts ranting about pollution, about plastic six-pack rings around the necks of “pelicans,” "peguins," and other flappers. She doesn’t retreat, just sits right down next to him. She even asks questions and makes statements like, “what’s that smell?” “my mom says penguins smell,” “You might smell like a penguin.” But the man keeps rolling along because by god he’s got a lot to say! When he gets off she hangs her head twirling the can in her hands. Finally her mother appears, tugging at the girl’s arm to get up and off. She stands and puts the can where the old man sat. So you know, don’t know. Irony? Gesture? Though I couldn’t help but think that the old man would have wanted the five-cent refund.

My nephew Griffin donning his padwan robe and intoning "Who will come outside or padwan will die".

So, i thought my parents left for the supermarket, and I get a phone call.

"hi. This is your neighbor, ______ ________, and I just am wondering why the police were outside your house."

me, shocked: "Oh! I didn't even know, uhm, what were they doing?"

"oh, they were talking to your parents before they left. What's going on? The police came back shortly later and are taking pictures of the road."

me, now realizing it's our other crazy neighbor kid who drives like an idiot," Oh, well someone must have finially called the cops on that kid who drives like mad down our block. They must be taking pictures of the skid marks or something. He squeeled his tires really loud today, did you hear?"

"Ya, I heard. Well, I've been really concered about this bozo, I've got a three year old daughter over here, and I'm just really concerned."

Me, my heart beating fast, "Ya, i'm glad he finally got in trouble."

"Will you have your parents call me after they get back, I'd like to know what's going on."

Me, "Uhm, sure. I'll have them call you right back. "

"ok, great, thanks."

WERIDEST THING EVER!

is that like rear window or what??

except for it happening outside your front window, yeah it is

[QUOTE=nathaniel parker;958516]except for it happening outside your front window, yeah it is[/QUOTE]

hehe

Last January, when I visited Venice, I was taking a hot shower at like, two in the morning, and I turned all the lights off in the bathroom, opened up the window (which had a GREAT view) and proceeded to smoke a cigarette, watching the city, with the hot steam warming my back and the cool air blowing in my face. I was listening to "District Sleeps Alone Tonight" by the Postal Service, and it kind of added to the moment.

Or...

This morning, waking up in my friend's Manhattan apartment, ten in the morning, sitting on the fire escape in the warm, city air, wearing nothing but pants and smoking another cigarette, just watching the city move. Good times.

every night, when levi and i go outside for a smoke, i look up at the sky as he lights his camel wide. whether its cloudy or clear out is irrelevent. after i take my first drag from my salem black label, i can taste the air, and its cold. while we sit on the picnic table drinking a single bottle of grey goose, we discuss star wars.

sitting on the pavement outside a pub with my friend smoking weed across the street from a (still-burning) firebombed schoolbus.

last friday night this crying girl i had just met said, "It's amazing how comfortable i feel crying in front of you."

i just smiled.

[QUOTE=Thag;958746]last friday night this crying girl i had just met said, "It's amazing how comfortable i feel crying in front of you."

i just smiled.[/QUOTE]
I think you need to elaborate a bit - last I heard, you were going out for sushi.

[QUOTE=Synnove;958751]I think you need to elaborate a bit - last I heard, you were going out for sushi.[/QUOTE]

exactly. it turned into this whole crazy thing. the little friend that had broken up with her significant other wasn't taking it well and ended up getting all hammered.

and so this is like the first time i've met her right - and I ended up having to be her consoler to some degree. the other chick, the one that had gotten me into this whole mess - she wasn't very good at it.

I am always the guy that smiles and is understanding.

so yeah, it was sort of fiasco. But I kind of liked being stable dependable guy.

So, does that go down as a good night out or not?

[QUOTE=Synnove;958766]So, does that go down as a good night out or not?[/QUOTE]

It started off good, but then she got REALLY hammered and she started trying to get on me AND the other chick and she was flip-flopping between various hysterical moods, so then it ended not so good.

So overall the night gets a C-

At least it was interesting.

I was in Leeds ages ago. There was a blind man with a cup of coffee in one hand, and one of those sticks in the other. His stick missed a part of the wall, and he just bumped himself off of it and dropped his coffee. He just carried on walking. The little coffee cup fell to the ground, the coffee all trailing behind it slow-motion style, then it hit the ground, the coffee fell back into it, it buckled and showered all over his feet. At first I thought I was going to smile, but I couldn't. It was really sad actually. I tried to put it in a story, but I couldn't do it justice. I almost shed a tear, but I had a cigarette and sat down on a bench to remember it instead. I couldn't see his face. He wasn't very old.

Being healthy and in a right state of mind. I can be whatever I want to be.

edit: Err, this was supposed to be in the Grateful thread.

A six year old walks up to me and says, "I'm your superior." And after a beat I reply, "I know this."

[QUOTE=mikandrewz;865435]Going to the beach that my girlfriend and I went to one time. She had been there on a family holiday a few years before and had promised to come back one day. It was in driving distance of my parents house so while we were staying down here we drove out to visit it. I went back recently, she's gone now. She moved back to Austria to start school, neither of us have the time or money to support that kind of long distance relationship so it's essentially over. I looked at the sea and wanted to throw something in but I had nothing of hers to give up. Instead I deleted her British phone number, went back to the car and drove home.[/QUOTE]

I can really relate to this one. Nothing like revisiting places you were at with a loved one.

[QUOTE=corellion;958791]I was in Leeds ages ago. There was a blind man with a cup of coffee in one hand, and one of those sticks in the other. His stick missed a part of the wall, and he just bumped himself off of it and dropped his coffee. He just carried on walking. The little coffee cup fell to the ground, the coffee all trailing behind it slow-motion style, then it hit the ground, the coffee fell back into it, it buckled and showered all over his feet. At first I thought I was going to smile, but I couldn't. It was really sad actually. I tried to put it in a story, but I couldn't do it justice. I almost shed a tear, but I had a cigarette and sat down on a bench to remember it instead. I couldn't see his face. He wasn't very old.[/QUOTE]

Good story.. somehow old or physically beaten men always get me right in the gut.

You should have offered to buy him another coffee.

Are you from Leeds, Corellion?

the carried on walking part is key there. Like he's dropped so many things over time that he knows it's no use trying to pick them up or ask for help anymore. I can [i]see[/i] that. I have seen that. A look on their faces of simple joy at having a cup coffee, and an instant later, the look of loss at dropping it. And all they can do is just carry on as if they've never had it in the first place.
It's just a dropped cup of coffee but there's a story behind that look on their faces.

[QUOTE=nathaniel parker;958860]I can [i]see[/i] that. I have seen that.[/QUOTE]

Shame he didn't.

*OUCH*

I always feel sorry for people like that, and I hate myself for it. There's nothing more patronising than feeling sorry for disabled people. Sometimes I just think, "awww, that's a shame" and then cringe at the thought.

That probably sounds wrong. I hope you know what I mean.

I get you. If you were in that position you wouldn't want to be pitied, like a sort of hurt animal.

something like that happens so fast though, that sometimes you can't react to it till later when you finally realize everything you saw. I don't think it has much to do with him being disabled as much as it does a human being connecting with another.

[QUOTE=aphonicmessiah;958585]every night, when levi and i go outside for a smoke, i look up at the sky as he lights his camel wide. whether its cloudy or clear out is irrelevent. after i take my first drag from my salem black label, i can taste the air, and its cold. while we sit on the picnic table drinking a single bottle of grey goose, we discuss star wars.[/QUOTE]

what the hell...?

[QUOTE=LeHaHi;959109]what the hell...?[/QUOTE]

not you. sasquatch.

Lived out a Fight Club scene not too long ago. I was in the car with my buds Robbie, Ross, Jesus, and Robbie's girl Megan. We are doing 90mph down 66 east and Robbie lets go of the wheel, He says "WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU WOULD HAVE DONE BEFORE YOU DIED?". Jesus responds "I WISH I HAD BUILT A HOUSE", Ross says "I WISH I HAD PAINTED A SELF PORTRAIT", and Megan is trying to grab the wheel. Robbie looks over at Megan and screams the same question at her while she is madly grabbing for the wheel and cying. At this poing the car has drifted across both lanes and is headed for a semi-truck weigh-in station. At the last critical second Megan grabs the wheel and rights the car, good thing too, because I don't know any of us would have.

BTW: This is 100% non bullshit

1--My best friend and I were touring around the city in my car.It was night and we were thinking about something interesting to do. Then I re-noticed the huge yellow and blue mysterious spots in the sky, just like when you call Batman, without the bat icon.There was three of each color .They were moving in the sky regularly... " Weapon of choice" by Fat Boy Slim, was the track at the moment. I looked at those spots,when we were at a stop light ( I don't know the name...You know green orange, red, to stop or go on driving). All of the city lights were on and the weather was warm.I said to my friend " Hey Pauline, why don't we try to find them?" She looked at me with a huge smile and answered" I didn't dare to ask you....".

This is the end of the moment... For the curious ones, the end is under....

So we did and looked after them. We were near to the European Parlement...We finally found them and there was absolutely nothing... The spots were inside the public swimming pool, next to the pool, as if they were ready to dive. Around them there were fences and walls... So we couldn't drop in and see more. We just noticed that absolutely no one was taking care of them. You could see the light anywhere in the city, and it was meant to be just above the European institutions. My friend went off the car. I followed her. She climbed on an abandoned wheel to look above the wall. The funny thing is that a lot of people had the same idea. Some people arrived, with their bicycles and checked what there was. Everybody felt a bit awkwarded for being so curious. We finally left, and by chance we arrived next to a huge public park, where you can mainly meet very wealthy people. The park used to belong to Napoleon's wife... And there was huuuuuuuuge ballons with each European flag on it... So we went in the park. It was dark. There was fences around the balloons, and a watchman with a dog which looked more like a veal,by the size... We asked him what was going on and he said " I don't know, something with Europe birthday, you can ask to the people partying in the manor. We went next to it and there was a lot of well dressed old deputees having fun. Some of them smoking cigarettes outside. We checked the cars parked here in order to know which social class was there... Upper upper upper class. There was also big panels explaining European, step by step, what happened when it happened, why it happened etc... We finally left and went in the countryside to free garden dwarfs...

2 -- I'm walking in the forest with three little girl scouts at my side. I'm watching the landscapes and not listening to their discussion. One of them call me, 10 years old and with a very serious and superior way asked " JH, they don't know what is a porn site, how could you explain it?"

3 -- The same day, there was a boy scout I didn't even know, he was very young.There's three boyscouts cleaning and packing their stuffs in a bedroom. I was trying to roll his sleeping bag. He looked at me. He had the little head that deserved slaps. " What is it, to castrate?"

[QUOTE=brutalla;959282]Lived out a Fight Club scene not too long ago. I was in the car with my buds Robbie, Ross, Jesus, and Robbie's girl Megan. We are doing 90mph down 66 east and Robbie lets go of the wheel, He says "WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU WOULD HAVE DONE BEFORE YOU DIED?". Jesus responds "I WISH I HAD BUILT A HOUSE", Ross says "I WISH I HAD PAINTED A SELF PORTRAIT", and Megan is trying to grab the wheel. Robbie looks over at Megan and screams the same question at her while she is madly grabbing for the wheel and cying. At this poing the car has drifted across both lanes and is headed for a semi-truck weigh-in station. At the last critical second Megan grabs the wheel and rights the car, good thing too, because I don't know any of us would have.

BTW: This is 100% non bullshit[/QUOTE]

countdown to flamers posting hatred for fight club.

good story, though.

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