I’m pretty sure my best day ever is still to come.
I’ve gone from an abusive childhood to a troubled young adulthood to a marriage to a fantastic partner, now with young kids and launching an art career. I am finally becoming the person I was meant to be, and with three fabulous people by my side there will hopefully be many amazing days. Taking the kids to Africa might just do the trick. Or a 20th anniversary trip to Barcelona with my guy. Or maybe a milestone with my art.
Well, a whole bunch of great things all converged right on my 18th birthday, so that’s definitely the best day of my life thus far. But I also still have a fair number of major life milestones I haven’t passed yet-- I expect to eventually get married, for instance, and one’s wedding day darned well ought to be in contention for “best day ever”. So, I don’t know.
I was seduced by a woman who i thought was 27, when i was a young teen…i found out later she was actually 37.
I read years later than males are at their peak in their teens while for women its in their 30’s. All i know, is it was a night to remember. I remember thinking she made me think of Linda Blair in the Exorcist, its was like she was possessed, the way she moved and the vocals. This was before the net and porn, i was too young and not interested in seeing an xxx movie…so yeh i am thinking wtf is wrong with her.
I returned the next weekend, only to have her sit me down and tell me it was wrong, and over. To this day, that is what i regret about that encounter…that she nixed it…yet with teen girls seduced by an older adult male, they invariably seemed traumatized by the act itself. For me, it was the best day of my life. I can recall every detail, what she wore, what we said, me spinning her wedding rings around on her finger, her gf calling us in the heat of it all, and her struggling to tell her she would have to call her back…i had spent many other visits with her prior, and our convos were just as great. No woman since has measured up …in any catagory. She was my lottory…my pot of gold…my 3 hours in paradise…my best memories.
If I’ve already had my best day ever, I’d count that as a disappointing state of affairs because I can’t remember any I’d claim as such. And I’d hope it would be memorable, at least.
On the other hand, my life seems to be on a trajectory of bland mediocrity ending in a disappointing fizzle, so things would have to radically change for something amongst that to count as the best day ever.
Back when I got married, I made up a list of things I wanted to do in life, both ambitious and realistic, ranging from simple hobbies I wanted to pick up to “once I win the Lottery…” kinds of things. I found that list a few years ago. With the exception of the “lottery” ones, I’ve done everything on the list.
So, I sure hope my best day was in there somewhere, perhaps when I went to Scotland, or fought in the field battle at Pennsic, or… something.
My Best Day Ever is always still to come. Just because I have the Best Day Ever today, doesn’t mean there isn’t another one in the future. I guess for me, when I say “Best. Day. EVER!!” I really mean …so far.
I’ve had a couple Really Excellent Days, and if one of them turns out to be the official Best Day Ever of my life, I think I’ll be okay with that. But I haven’t married yet and have never had a kid, so who knows - the best may be yet to come…
Great question of which I have no answer because although I have thought about it from time to time…I’m not sure what memory, or day to consider my best. I hope that many more wonderful days are still to come…
My best days were all before eight years ago. That is when my mild depression started, and being depressed, however mildly, takes at least 3 joy-points out of an average day’s score. Joy is less frequent, gets less high and most of all peters out more quickly.
I’ve had some live events that are traditionally causing “best days”; falling in love, getting married, having a baby. But even those did not feel as good as just a day of nature hiking with my best friend did, pre-depression.
So I look forward to my best days returning, because my depression has slowly been clearing up for the past year.