That fateful day in July 2009. Parents were hit by a guy who was fucked up by a shopping list of drugs. Mom dead, the family that was quickly fell apart. She was no longer around to help hide my father’s alcoholism. Not even 6 months after her death, a foul harpy of a female human latched on to him and only encouraged the worst parts of him while slowly doing everything she could to remove or erase his family.

Wrong parent died that day.

My job moved me from Oklahoma to California. Took 3.5 months to sell my house but I was in Cali that whole time while my wife and daughter stayed behind waiting for the sale. The day I finally came back to get them after the sale was that day. I had never been away from them more than 2 days in 15 years. That 3.5 months alone was so fucking hard and depressing. Never been so happy to see them.

That day. For me.

July 4, 2012. The day the Higgs Boson was discovered. Everything since has done nothing but get stranger and stranger. I won’t even say it’s all just gone to shit. It’s just to me, everything since has been… increasingly unreal.

That first day when I figured out masturbation was tops, all down hill from there

Yesterday. I can’t remember the last bad day I’ve had. 2024 has been one of the best years of my life

For me, Tuesday, 2/25/14 was a pretty good day. Normal day at the bike shop, receiving some preseason stuff, arguing with the boss over some BMC bikes I didn’t think were a good deal for the shops. Ate my usual dry salad at the local joint with the pretty girl I enjoyed talking with a little bit each day. I had just started a cut phase for my push to get under 190 lbs to get much more competitive for crit racing in 2014. I wanted to actually win a race or two. That was going to be my big finish for 5 years going from 350 lbs in 2009 to 7% body fat. I felt like that was a good tradeoff for having worked for peanuts in a bike shop. Then I would get a real job at the end of summer when I turned 30… Instead I got a broken neck and back 2/26/14 from a terrible driver.

May 5, 2019. The last chance to avoid a series of mistakes that ruined my life. Yes I put way too much thought into this.

The last day I hugged my best friend in elementary school, because it was the final time two male friends could openly love one another without being questioned or ostracized… sigh.

EDIT: The last time in the region I grew up in, which seems to be more on the conservative hellhole side of things

I would say early 2010 or maybe 2009. live 3 miles from work and regularly walked it. In the morning my wife would walk almost halfway to a park and we had our dog. She would turn around and go back while I would continue on. I could take a bus in incliment weather only having to be in it for a few blocks. Sometimes I would bike up to the lakefront which was nice and scenic and stretched it to 7 miles which was nicer for a bike ride. My wife and I had macbook pros which large powerful laptops with tons of ports and osx was great and applecare was still stellar (it actually went down somewhere around this time). I worked in a research lab and what was accomplished seemed magical.

I don’t know about good, but today was an unusual day for me.

With a blizzard setting in, I figured my best chance to get to work was on the bus. So I was walking up to where I could catch it passing various houses with Christmas lights and decorations, only to stop dead in my tracks at one particular house.

It’s sole decoation was an 8-ft tall Krampus on the front lawn. It had a goat head with horns and demonic eyes and sharp claws holding a gnarled staff on one side and chains on the other. It’s dark burgundy cloak had a dusting of snow on its shoulders to complete the look.

Then I was on the bus trying to digest what I had seen when who should walk on but Polar Man! He’s a local superhero with a bushy beard and a mask. He helps people in distress shovel out their driveways. At one point as the bus was passing through a residential area, he got up and yelled “Driver! Stop the bus!” and leapt out dramatically to cheering passengers.

I don’t even remember.

Not sure of exact date, but it was around 2005-2006 and I had saved up enough money to get me a lego N1 starfighter kit from star wars. Last time remember feeling genuine joy

I had a pretty good one yesterday

November 6, 2000

Everything has been downhill since then.

Sometime in 2010. My partner and I got our first pup, work was fine, apartment complex was good. Things were walkable. Pup loved snowpocalypse 2010, we went to the tennis courts and just ran around in the snow.

Obama was promising awesome healthcare reform. I had hope.

My mom hadn’t told me that we were probably the sort of family who should only see each other at funerals. My mom hadn’t yet killed my dad with COVID (she claims she got it at a “mandatory unmasked Christmas work potluck” in December 2020. She retired 2 months later, so it can’t have been that mandatory. She knew he was immunocompetent and also didn’t take him to the hospital as soon as his oxygen dipped below 90%.)