have you ever felt euphoric and melancholy at the same time?
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have you ever felt euphoric and melancholy at the same time?
Yeah. Emotions are odd. And sometimes situations are too complicated, and then you feel a bizarre mixture of things.
Gimme a joint and I will be! :jess:....
Other wise the only time I feel that way is when start to drift alseep
are the two emotions simultaneous, or does one cause the other?
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
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 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.Quote:
Originally Posted by eestlinc
oh yeah, i've felt the two together before. I hate it when I feel that way though.
I feel this way often.
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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.Quote:
Originally Posted by eestlinc
Persona 3's ending gave me hope and sadness at the same time.
This! Being human can be a conflicting thing sometimes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Clo
The first time I beat Mokou in Imperishable Night. I was stunned for a few seconds :p
Ah, trying that opium huh? Well, be careful.
I was sixteen once!
I often feel like this when I think about space, time, reality and all that :bou::bou::bou::bou:
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.
I don't think I have ever experienced euphoria.
...or happiness of any sort.
I can recall two moments in my life where I felt every emotion at once. And they were not drug induced.
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.