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eestlinc
06-30-2010, 06:23 AM
have you ever felt euphoric and melancholy at the same time?

Clo
06-30-2010, 06:46 AM
Yeah. Emotions are odd. And sometimes situations are too complicated, and then you feel a bizarre mixture of things.

Rodarian
06-30-2010, 07:04 AM
Gimme a joint and I will be! :jess:....

Other wise the only time I feel that way is when start to drift alseep

eestlinc
06-30-2010, 07:08 AM
are the two emotions simultaneous, or does one cause the other?

Rodarian
06-30-2010, 07:12 AM
usually for me at least its euphoric, the sudden burst of emotions before I feel the second one where I feel like I'm adrift on crystal clear freshwater ocean

eestlinc
06-30-2010, 07:17 AM
sometimes for me melancholy triggers euphoria, and I wonder if it is because I enjoy melancholy, or if my mind is trying to chase the melancholy. I suspect both come from a common source, rather than keying off each other.

Clo
06-30-2010, 07:17 AM
are the two emotions simultaneous, or does one cause the other?
I think it's simultaneous. Say, something happens, and before it really "sinks in", you feel excited with an underlying sense of dread. I've felt that before anyway, and really you only sort out the emotions in retrospect.

~*~Celes~*~
06-30-2010, 07:25 AM
oh yeah, i've felt the two together before. I hate it when I feel that way though.

Shlup
06-30-2010, 07:56 AM
I feel this way often.

Nominus Experse
06-30-2010, 09:39 AM
hershbn

Rye
06-30-2010, 10:23 AM
sometimes for me melancholy triggers euphoria, and I wonder if it is because I enjoy melancholy, or if my mind is trying to chase the melancholy. I suspect both come from a common source, rather than keying off each other.

I feel this often when I'm reading. I love depressing endings to books most of the time for this reason. Lolita always makes me feel like this for hours after.

Laddy
06-30-2010, 11:11 AM
Persona 3's ending gave me hope and sadness at the same time.

Chris
06-30-2010, 12:13 PM
Yeah. Emotions are odd. And sometimes situations are too complicated, and then you feel a bizarre mixture of things.
This! Being human can be a conflicting thing sometimes.

qwertysaur
06-30-2010, 02:20 PM
The first time I beat Mokou in Imperishable Night. I was stunned for a few seconds :p

erikramza
06-30-2010, 02:44 PM
Ah, trying that opium huh? Well, be careful.

Madonna
06-30-2010, 02:47 PM
I was sixteen once!

Mirage
06-30-2010, 04:19 PM
I often feel like this when I think about space, time, reality and all that :bou::bou::bou::bou:

Meat Puppet
06-30-2010, 04:22 PM
I never know how I’m feeling. I’m so bland and dull. I lie about a lot of things to make myself seem more interesting. I don’t know if I feel good or bad about this.

Bunny
06-30-2010, 07:25 PM
I don't think I have ever experienced euphoria.

Laddy
06-30-2010, 09:41 PM
...or happiness of any sort.

eestlinc
06-30-2010, 11:38 PM
I can recall two moments in my life where I felt every emotion at once. And they were not drug induced.

rubah
07-01-2010, 02:09 AM
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.


I was going to trim that down to the salient parts, but I feel they are all relevant. This is pretty much the closest I feel to how eest has described.