Where's your "Happy Place"?

Naked Lepper · 12-10-2016 04:11PM

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 · 12-10-2016 04:18PM

Somewhere with wide open spaces

The Backwards Man · 12-10-2016 04:28PM

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

Or maybe Vegas.

12-10-2016 05:14PM

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 · 12-10-2016 08:31PM

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 · 12-10-2016 08:35PM

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 · 12-10-2016 08:39PM

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 · 12-10-2016 08:43PM

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

Outlaw Pete · 12-10-2016 08:43PM

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?

12-10-2016 09:00PM

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 · 13-10-2016 01:02AM

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 · 13-10-2016 07:20AM

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 · 13-10-2016 07:32AM

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.

Where's your "Happy Place"?

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