A hot bath. Talking to a good listener.
This may sound dumb, but resolving the problem. I was super stressed yesterday when I got an alert that my paid parking timed out. I thought i would be able to extend it on the app, but turned out you could only do that before the timer ended. And the website said you could ask a “live agent” any questions, but there was only AI with pre-selected topics.
So I had to hurry back across the city to pay for another period and I was LIVID but as soon as I got the next period covered (and no ticket) I felt better. I was (am) still angry on an intellectual level about the garbage parking company and their bald-faced lies about live agents, but I no longer felt the need to rage-scream.
A lot of good answers, so I’ll add cooking.
Getting all the ingredients ready and putting them together is a good feeling. I feel like I’m creating something. Then I get to eat it. I’m making sauteed mushrooms and a turkey burger tonight. I got garlic paste for the mushrooms, so I’m excited for it. I love it when a plan comes together.
Singing, playing music.
orgasm. even better with a partner
sex. the end especially, when we are happy and cuddly.
catharsis
Riding a bike far into the woods.
A good session of bathroom relief.
Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of the women!
I am once again reminded I lack an original thought
Same. Came here to drop this banger and I am gazumped by toast.
I mean, this is a quote from Conan the Barbarian, so it’s not an original thought for toast.
I will admit I could be misunderstanding something though.
Buttery toast
Using it as a reference as a joke in this context was what I meant
Listening to a really good album.
There’s a good chance my wife will find me crying over Everything Goes Numb tonight.
It’s been a fucking week.
Oh man. Streetlight strikes some emotional chords that nobody else can reach for me. Somewhere in the Between is my personal favorite album, but Everything Goes Numb is also 100% amazing songs. Plus, I swear that every time I’ve seen them live I walk out thinking “that might have been the best fucking show I’ve ever been to.”
Whatever you’re going through, I hope you wake up in a better place in a better time.
Thanks sibling. It’s been a thousand tiny cuts this week but I’m holding on.
Both of those albums hold a ton of significance for me. I actually sang the song “Somewhere in the Between” as a lulllaby to my kid, but ETGN helped me through my other kid’s suicide attempt.
I’m glad to find someone who loves Streetlight like I do. If we haven’t met in the pit already, I hope we do soon.
(Assuming Tomas ever finishes the next album)
Gardening.
Walking my dog.
Shooting my guns.
Sex with my wife and fishing
I also enjoy sex with this person’s wife ^^
* finishing
He meant fisting.
Na. many times I just enjoy just finishing her
Whistling.
Singing (although depending on the mood and selection of songs, this may lead to crying).
Sex. Not masturbation, tho. If that ever leads to crying, they must’ve broke my dick.
Running.
Getting rid of stuff at the dump.










