Where's your "Happy Place"?

Outlaw Pete

Seen a hypnotherapist a few years back (didn't work) and they kept telling me to go to my "happy place" which I did and for me it was reading Adrian Mole books when I was around ten or eleven, as that is when I felt the most content in life. Sad, I know.

So, if you were lying on a leather recliner and some charlatan told to go to your happy place.. where would that be?

GLaDOS

Your Ma.


Sorry, I genuinely had to.

Winterlong

Bed. Best place in the world, with or without company.

the groutch

In before the Happy Gilmore references.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

When I'm sick or sad or stressed out, laying next to someone I know will keep me safe, with my head on their chest really makes me feel better.


The rest of the time I'm still a Bad Bitch™

o1s1n

Green Hill Zone in Sonic 1.

The music and gameplay puts me into a trance like state which immediately transports me back 25 years.

Grayson

Outlaw Pete wrote: »

Seen a hypnotherapist a few years back (didn't work) and they kept telling me to go to my "happy place" which I did and for me it was reading Adrian Mole books when I was around ten or eleven, as that is when I felt the most content in life. Sad, I know.

So, if you were lying on a leather recliner and some charlatan told to go to your happy place.. where would that be?

I would have been pretty happy reading those books too.

'Helping' my grandmother and late granddad pick peas and lettuce and tomatoes from the greenhouse and garden as a small child, purely to bask in the huge amount of praise they'd heap on me. Proof that praising kids can positively affect them for very long time, the memory has never left me.

osarusan

The Markets Field with Limerick leading 3-0 with 5 minutes to go, or Saturday evening in Morrigans pub in Yokosuka, Japan, with my still-untouched first pint of Guinness in front of me.

gifted

Chocolate...buckets of the stuff...

Outlaw Pete

GLaDOS wrote: »

Your Ma.

Sorry, I genuinely had to.

Don't say sorry to me. Say sorry to the cemetery's groundskeeper.

valoren

On the championship tee of the 7th Hole in Youghal Golf Club.
You are on the remotest part of the course.
The tee shot is slightly downhill.
My happy place is standing there alone on a late summer's evening hitting tee shots.

Pac1Man

Hamburger Hill, 1969.

You wouldn't know. You weren't there.

The_Valeyard

You are making me think OP.


Few good happy places. Nice to remember and have them.

padd b1975

Parked safely in my truck, tucked up in my bunk with the rain lashing outside, good DVD playing, square of Dairy Milk melting in my mouth and knowing that I don't have to get up at stupid O'clock.

TeaBagMania

the west coast of Ireland near the sea

Olishi4

LexieOnRale wrote: »

When I'm sick or sad or stressed out, laying next to someone I know will keep me safe, with my head on their chest really makes me feel better.


The rest of the time I'm still a Bad Bitch™

I saw somewhere that hugging someone you trust is very good for you when your sick. Something about that support as a possible protection against stress and could also help boost immunity! Anyway if that's not true, it's still definitely nice to get a hug when you're sick

RobertKK

I will go back to my childhood and say: cycling up the road with my sister as we brought tea and sandwiches made by our mother to bring to our father on a warm summer's day as he made the hay for the winter, and the fun cycle back home down the hills.

jimgoose

Howling past the pub on Sulby Straight, IoM Mountain Circuit on an OW-01.

Lovely Bloke

The few minutes after sticking the crushed malted grains into the hot water at the start the beer brewing process.

AudreyHepburn

Curled up with a good book and a large cup of coffee.....where I actually am doesn't matter, nothing helps me relax more than losing myself in books!

GBX

Out on my motorbike enjoying the roads and scenery.

ScumLord

Masterbating is the wrong answer aparently.

callaway92

The golf course by myself with my earphones in on a summer's evening with nobody else on the course.

razorblunt

Saturday's anytime from 1992 to 2000.
Get home in the afternoon from rugby, play some MegaDrive, N64 or PS2, when I was younger there was Gladiators on tv, few hours more of the games and then I'd run down stairs to watch Match of the Day when I'd hear the theme song at 10:30pm.
I'd never check the scores of the games so I'd be all nervous waiting for Liverpool to come on. For the big games my Dad would have checked Teletext to see the results beforehand. If he called me down to watch on a Leeds - Liverpool game day I'd know they'd beaten Liverpool.

Happy Days man, happy days.


At the same time, I've never known disappointment like the few occasions that BBC NI would inexplicably show the goals from the NI league. Who gives a shít about Bangor vs Cliftonville.

razorblunt

valoren wrote: »

On the championship tee of the 7th Hole in Youghal Golf Club.
You are on the remotest part of the course.
The tee shot is slightly downhill.
My happy place is standing there alone on a late summer's evening hitting tee shots.

Is that the one where you lay up and then have to shoot over a tree (if you're too far short/left) to the green?
I've only played Youghal once, lost 20 minutes as I couldn't find the path to cross the road to the other holes!!

valoren

razorblunt wrote: »

Is that the one where you lay up and then have to shoot over a tree (if you're too far short/left) to the green?
I've only played Youghal once, lost 20 minutes as I couldn't find the path to cross the road to the other holes!!

It's the par 5 that runs parallel to the GAA grounds across the road.
Dog leg right. There's the Par 3 over the water after it.

Olishi4

Mine would probably be when we used to go over to my granny's house early on a Saturday morning which was the day she'd do her baking.

She always made a sponge cake and fairy cakes and I would just sit in the kitchen watching her. She used to leave a tiny bit of the cake mix for me because I loved that stuff.

andekwarhola

Out and about by myself early on a cold, frosty, bright morning.

ChikiChiki

Playing cards with my Granny, Dad, Aunties, Uncles and cousins down west when I was younger. There was so much joy and happiness around the table. Granny loved the cards and the whole family would congregate for a game once a year. Also running around the fields kicking a ball with the younger brothers at the same gatherings. My uncle lined out a piece of land, built goals and a dugout for us. It was Old Trafford to us.

Then I got older, the granny passed, dad passed, family had no reason to visit and life became complicated. But I do revisit them days and they make me smile.

LexieOnRale

LexieOnRale wrote: »

When I'm sick or sad or stressed out, laying next to someone I know will keep me safe, with my head on their chest really makes me feel better.


The rest of the time I'm still a Bad Bitch™

Would ya stop. You're a big auld softie

Naked Lepper

playing football is definitely up there, focusing on nothing else other than whats going on in front of u while getting good exercise/ endorphin's and even better when its competitive & u are doing well / noticing improvements because of getting fitter etc.

other than that its being around the right people

other notable mentions are playing playstation, listening to music, watching football, having a few beers and travelling (anywhere, doesnt matter!)

pretty simple really

biko

Somewhere with wide open spaces

The Backwards Man

Sitting with the dog looking down at all the footed turf on a breezy sunny afternoon.

Or maybe Vegas.

I've got a few.

My bed wearing extra big pjs watching my stories
Sitting with someone special and talking about big things like the world and what's happening in it.
Being in the middle of nowhere.
Galway city.
The inside of myself.

Outlaw Pete

Deleted User wrote: »

I've got a few.

I said that and was told, in a stern voice to pick one.

I half wanted to do what Will need when at the therapist in Good Will Hunting.

lawlolawl

Out in the woods near my house early in the morning with not even the sound of a car in the distance to spoil it and certainly no ****ing other humans to ruin it with their incessant chattering.

I'd live out there if i could get decent broadband

JimmysCar

Cruising down a road on me road bike. The road has a nice smooth surface with none of those smelly potholes typical on Irish roads. There's a lovely tailwind behind me. I also have a freshly dry-cleaned suit on. There's also a hot chick waiting for me at the end of this road. She drags me off me bike for a quickie in the bushes. After I nip into the local cafe for a coffee and scone and also to scrub me balls after that bit of fun in the bushes. Pure bliss.

Barry Badrinath

On a cliff overlooking Dalkey Island. It's like being the only person alive.

Outlaw Pete

JimmysCar wrote: »

Cruising down a road on me road bike. The road has a nice smooth surface with none of those smelly potholes typical on Irish roads. There's a lovely tailwind behind me. I also have a freshly dry-cleaned suit on. There's also a hot chick waiting for me at the end of this road. She drags me off me bike for a quickie in the bushes. After I nip into the local cafe for a coffee and scone and also to scrub me balls after that bit of fun in the bushes. Pure bliss.

Yeah, fair enough, but wouldn't you be embarrassed at having a boner in front of a hypnotist?

Outlaw Pete

Outlaw Pete wrote: »

I said that and was told, in a stern voice to pick one.

I half wanted to do what Will need when at the therapist in Good Will Hunting.

Well Pete your first mistake was going to a hypnotist

Hammer89

I saw a hypnotherapist over a decade ago and they were some of the most bizarre times of my life. I was there for some issues relating to food, and this genius of a hypnotherapist thought it'd be beneficial to experiment with a King crisp. He took one out of the packet and held a lighter underneath it. He told me the intention was to let me see the fat and grease drip from it, hoping it'd shock me and make me say, 'well f*ck this. I'm never eating crisps again'. But the f*cking guy held the lighter too close and the crisp basically caught fire if I remember right.

Another time I fell asleep in his chair during a session, when he was in the room. He probably thought he was speaking to my subconscious, when actually he was talking to himself and a sleeping fat bloke who was probably dreaming about crisps.

The flying mouse

Any isolated spot beside the sea, listning to the sound of the waves crashing,The odd cry of some sea bird and looking out at the vast ocean beyond,it powerful deep mysterious world. That's my happy place.

Chuchote

Freewheeling across the Featherbeds, five in the morning on a summer's day, the larks coming up from the heather and rising into the air, Dublin far below, the bike and the legs and the wrists all one creature, the air like crisp, sparkling wine and the mist dissipating as the sun starts to warm my back.