Thursday, February 16th, 2006 09:53 pm
Informal kayak polo. Sploosh!

Lots of fouls and splashing and laughter. I find there are times when bobbing up and down in the bay, looking over the water, admiring the clouds in the distance and surrounded by happy, interesting people that I am utterly content.

If you bottled it, do you think it would be a smell, a drink or an unguent you would rub into your tummy?
Thursday, February 16th, 2006 06:26 am (UTC)
If you bottled it, do you think it would be a smell, a drink or an unguent you would rub into your tummy?

Woo. My first reaction is to say contentment would be a smell, because smell is one of the strongest memeory triggers, so when you were feeling crappy you could open the bottle, take a whiff and be transported back to moment of content.

Then again, and unguent could have many uses: it could work mighty similar to avacadoes on top of the contentment. Or if a friend is having a crappy time, you could quietly approach and offer to rub some into their tummy, so they'd get contentment of the memory and of the now and a non-verbal" I love you.
Thursday, February 16th, 2006 10:21 pm (UTC)
I think it should be an unguent or a smell, either of which you could secretly put on your wrist when you know you are about to go into a meeting that is very likely to involve you wishing that physical harm of colleagues was less difficult to justify under the current legal system. Then you could quietly rest your chin on your hand and have gentle wiffs that bring back sensations of utter contentment. If you sniffed enough, you may even get out of the meeting on the grounds you are either suspected of being slightly mad or of coming down with a contagious cold!

PS: I am very jealous of your kayak polo-ing!
Saturday, February 18th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
I'm keen on the unguent, I like the idea of sensual benefits as well as being transported to contentment land.
Saturday, February 18th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
[grin]

So a sort of powerful drug / secret weapon!