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what are the worst and best moments in your life? (you can name more then one)

Hmm. The best moment of my life will require more consideration than I'm willing to give it at 12:37 a.m. my time, but I know the worst moment.
It was when my dad confirmed the facts for me: there had been no survivors of the plane crash and my friend was gone. I turned away. That was in October, and I still miss him and think of him every day. :(

As my boss pointed out today, i'm quite the cynic for some reason i can't quite put my finger on ... but i attributed it to the fact that i've involved myself in various extreme situations in life and i'm kinda irritated by common duplicity and ulterior motives of people.
Then i pointed out that i've danced on Jesse James' grave (the one at Boot Hill in AZ by the O.K.) as an example.
There's a lot of moments, i suspect that were worse ... but they usually take a context.

That name seems to ring a bell...

what are the worst and best moments in your life? (you can name more then one)

Worst: Any of a number of near-death experiences.

Best: Hitting the lotto. And then hitting a hole in one within a month. :D

Worst: Any of a number of near-death experiences.

Odd ... of the few i've had, i can say unabashedly that they were some of the best.
Not a goth, ennui or noir perspective by intent, so much as things that really made a difference, and positive ones at that.

The *arguably* best one was the fall from the tree. I counted at least 5 before hitting the bottom. I'm still not entirely sure i'm awake after that.

I've had too many worst moments to pick one, really.
And I've had so many good moments recently... but I do think the best moment of my life still was when my mom told me she was leaving my father. I was 14 back then, and I consider it an absolute turning point for my life. It was the best gift she could give me.

I think my worst moments mostly involved middle school.

My best moments were probably playing with friends in a metal band, sex, just shooting the breeze and drinking up at the bar, stuff like that. I really like reading a good book too, it's such a rare fulfilling occasion.

I've had too many worst moments to pick one, really.
And I've had so many good moments recently... but I do think the best moment of my life still was when my mom told me she was leaving my father. I was 14 back then, and I consider it an absolute turning point for my life. It was the best gift she could give me.

Man your dad must have had some problems because divorce is usually a worst moment. I know people in their 20s whose parents divorced and it messed them up for a while.

Man your dad must have had some problems because divorce is usually a worst moment. I know people in their 20s whose parents divorced and it messed them up for a while.

Truth be told, I've yet to meet a person who felt unhappy about their parents separating.
Might be a generation thing, though, my father was very... well, let's call it "traditional", shall we?

Truth be told, I've yet to meet a person who felt unhappy about their parents separating.
Might be a generation thing, though, my father was very... well, let's call it "traditional", shall we?

My parents divorced when I was about 2. So for me the seperation was the norm and any memories I have of a nuclear household are dim snapshots. My brother on the other hand was older and his childhood was very problematic as a result. In fact, my mom in effect exchanged one bad relationship for another because my brother's maligned antics became the center that the rest of us revolved around for years.

Aside from that, out of perhaps my ten closest friends in high school and middle school, I would say that six or seven of them had parents that had divorced. I don't know what point I'm trying to make with that, but I guess I can say I hung out with a troubled group of kids. I can't say they were all unhappy about their family situation but they were all "disenchanted with school and life in general" as our vice principal put it.

My parents divorced when I was about 2. So for me the seperation was the norm and any memories I have of a nuclear household are dim snapshots. My brother on the other hand was older and his childhood was very problematic as a result. In fact, my mom in effect exchanged one bad relationship for another because my brother's maligned antics became the center that the rest of us revolved around for years.

Aside from that, out of perhaps my ten closest friends in high school and middle school, I would say that six or seven of them had parents that had divorced. I don't know what point I'm trying to make with that, but I guess I can say I hung out with a troubled group of kids. I can't say they were all unhappy about their family situation but they were all "disenchanted with school and life in general" as our vice principal put it.

Take a closer look at the situation... I wouldn't be surprised if many of the problems your brother had originated in the time before your parents divorced.

There's nothing whatsoever wrong with teenagers being disenchanted with almost anything. It's a time of physical and psychological transition after all, in which most will have to let go of what they found enchanting as children, without yet having any substitute for it.
How many of your friends from back then turned out to be troubled adults, would you say?

not so sure about best... the worst was the 2 years i spent at university while clinically depressed, spending most of my time just getting high or drunk and being suicidal.

the best time is difficult as the depression is still with me, 3 years later (and was before i went away, too). however, one of my fondest memories is being in the french town of Quiberon with my g/f last summer, enjoying the sun, the people, the smells, the food, and just enjoying her company :)
sometimes i'd count just being with my family as the best thing as well :fluffle:

I can't think of the worst moment, there were some bad periods, but I can't really pinpoint one certain moment. Generally my life has been pretty boring/standard, which is good I guess. I even don't remember anyone of my family or friends or acquaintances dying (except for my great grand mother, but she was 99 and died peacefully).
Sometimes I think I would need something pretty bad to happen to appreciate the good things in my life because I find it also quite hard to name the best moment. Most good moments are quite trivial, although there was this one day I woke up next to an extremely beautiful girl, which was nice (unfortunately we didn't meet again afterwards for no apparent reason, which kind of sucked, but I didn't know that at the time), and later that day I rented my first own room in the city (something comparable to a dorm room in America, but not quite the same), something which had been a dream of mine for about a year. That was a pretty awesome day, I couldn't stop smiling:).

I couldn't identify an absolute best, there are too many of them.

Worst would be driving to the hospital as my father was dieing.

worst moment: having the flu

best: meeting all the AI 6 idols & meeting my new spanish 2 teacher and choir

Best thus far: meeting Sean Connery in Berlin

Worst thus far: there was this woman... and she wasn't clean... :(

Worst:

Watching my dad stumbling back to the house after he had swerved and hit a tree trying to avoid a dog in the road, and thinking he had died when he collapsed on the front lawn.

Best:

Probably when I traveled abroad for three months, alone and under 18. :eek:

Worst: A tie between last year's Christmas when I tried to run away, or this summer when I was REALLY depressed.

Best: Marching band. :D

Worst: Something that occurred in Iraq that is best left undiscussed

Best: This will sound odd and require a bit of a back story. When I was living in France last semester I was dating a young Iowan girl who was renting a room in the same house I was. During spring break she went to Strasbourg with some of the other girls from our university and I stayed around Angers, due to lack of funds and a desire to explore the local area. Of course, spring break in France is a two week affair and the day they came back I was waiting around for someone to show up (3 girls from our house went, there were 7 students all together). About when I thought they may show up I went outside to sit at the table and have some tea and read while waiting. The two other girls showed up and I asked them where Sarah was. They said she'd gone on ahead (she is much taller than those two and walks rather faster) so I went upstairs to find her. We very literally ran into each other on the stairs as she was coming down to find me after dropping her bags off. The combination of the surprise, the look of joy on her face at having found me, and having found her made that the happiest moment of my life to this point. She and I had actually been living together (she just kept her stuff in her room, she stayed in mine) for about 3 months then and rarely had spent more than a few hours away from each other, so seeing each other after two weeks apart was wonderful.