Thread: Bicycle moments

This one time I masturbated into a grapefruit...

(That was a bicycle moment)

I once had a strange dream of people who rode unicycles. There were as many as there are people, and as these people tried not to tip over, or knock over anyone else they often exchanged pleasantries or had a nice conversation. Sometimes people grabbed on to other people for a while to help balance themselves out, which often worked into large groups of people struggling to stay upright together but in the end, most people were alone, or fell. These people had not much fun at all riding the unicycles and left abruptly, sometimes quietly walking away, sometimes in a hurry, and all too often before anyone could or would ask them simply how their day was. Many took it all in stride with a laugh and hopped back on, eager to not fall again but not afraid. As fun as riding unicycles all ones life can be, however, not everyone rode unicycles. There were many people out there who rode bicyles instead. They rode down a long, steep hills, enough to be fun but not too scary. With arms out to their sides with fingers outstretched they closed their eyes; laughing and screaming, crying and smiling, and everything in between down this hill together. Upon reaching the bottom they occasionally rode together, sometimes on some nice even terrain, sometimes not, and occasionally they collided at the bottom and didn't enjoy it all and left. Sometimes couples that didn't really collide but decided to do different things split up, and sometimes they rode together on to the next big hill. Together they struggled and fought to ride to the top, walking, carrying, riding with their bikes together. Some gave up, whatever their reasons, taking a path of their own off the hill. A few kept on going up the hill, some tumbled fast and hard back down the way they came, ending up much worse off. When everyone had chosen their path, life continued. Some people took newer, easier roads. Some took harder ones, others lost their way forever. Everyone tried influenced everyone they rode with at some time though. A few settled down where they were; perfectly content, and often sat together in a small fruit orchard on occasion for some cloud gazing, eating fruit and generally being happy. Whatever road people took, it was their own and they were not wrong in taking it. Frequently people rode hills around an area, or enjoyed some hills and the people riding them so much that they went back to that place, and took it one more time. The roads were never anything the riders didn't want them to be, but they always appeared different to everyone else but that person. Many of the hills themself were little small ups and downs upon a much larger hill. Some people ride all they hills they can for the rest of their lives, together or alone. Some ride not very many at all. I liked riding the roads and seeing everyone elses. Awakening from this dream I went about my days.

This is how I got to having this thing I like to call bicycle moments. I like talking to people about things and hearing them talk about a story that means something to them on a deep level, maybe it's a boyfriend or girlfriend, for example. When they talk I can tell by the tone of voice, how they word things, body language, every little nuance. I watch the eyes, what they're doing at every second while I talk to them. I know when people are actually falling in love or at least starting to really like someone because of they way they talk about them. I always listen for the little story of their relationship where they talk about that special date, or moment on a date that happened with this person. It contains a greatness of depth and intonation of every little word said that such importance is held on that very moment they caught another persons eyes and realized they were feeling something quite strongly for someone else. They way someone speaks to you when they are like this is so... honest, and scared but really excited to see what's next, as if some great flow of energy was rising from the heart and they could barely contain it. They smile unknowingly, lost in their own little worlds of memories of some recent event, going over in their own mind what things mean.

Upon hearing these stories, several in one night, is when I realized that when people speak of that little but so infinitly big moment in a relationship of whatever nature that they had with another person that those two had a bicycle moment. Maybe long, maybe short. Maybe both enjoyed it, maybe one more than the other. It's not just love stories either. Some people think of their hill as their great love, some their best friend, some the day their little dog died. But it was there and they had it. I enjoy hearing those moments above all from people, but also, I enjoy having that bicycle moment with someone as they tell me their tales of love, woe, and thrill, and I listen with everything I have. A bicycle moment need not be constrained to being just with a lover or singular friend. They can happen with your friends or your family. Try to find those bicycle moments and latch on... because they may only last a minute or two, but they'll always be fun.

Hey man don't even worry, that doesn't sound insane at all. (Unless I'm crazy too. ) Ha but really, it's actually kind of beautiful, the way you so simply explained relationships. Your family starts out like your training wheels, your friends hold you up, and you stabilize with a mate. (And there are some people I swear are riding unicycles! )

Really cool way to think about things. Thanks.