What makes you happy?

whenever I start doubting humanity:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00ILE589H7U
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E92-WOMbvEM
(Japanese train stopping only for one passenger is my favorite)

and this guy:

Feeling a bit nostalgic that I'm not following grand slams and tennis like I used to.

A bit late, but Rupi K:
https://www.yourtango.com/sites/default/files/styles/body_image_default/public/image_list/3r.jpg?itok=HuZvitZY

Also, someone posted a video of a guy trying to untangle a huge wolf spider from dust. Spider realizes at one point that the guy's trying to help him and simply calms down allowing him to proceed. Terrifying and lovely at the same time.

This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.

Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst $#%^ on earth.”

naps wrote:

This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.

Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst $#%^ on earth.”

i have to say ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.

Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst $#%^ on earth.”

Bittersweet happiness is the only one I detect as 'happy', there needs to be a darker mirror-side to give it depth.
I just really like this (and those alike) thread, randomly making my days.

OT
Seeing a movie with this one specific person, nothing in the world can replace the experience and the 'commentary'. Always reminds me of MST3K.

naps wrote:This incredible photo marks the end of Matador...

When I looked at this photo, I had to walk away and go outside and sit in the elements for a time.

A flood of memories enveloped me, and I needed to feel somewhere safe to let them rush over me.

I've probably been to 1000 bullfights. I've seen some of the greatest matadors of all time.

I loved the pageantry, the music, the roar of the crowds, the showmanship and bravado of the fighters, the immensity of bulls seen up close, the sights - the sounds - the smells - the physicality of it all.

I started going as an adolescent. With my mother.

I still remember the day, sitting in the sun, where I found myself watching my mother during the fight - really attending to her and her experience - and my realization that she was there for the cruelty. For the pain inflicted on the huge beast. For the atmosphere that permitted her to show outward enjoyment of something's suffering. She was there for the suffering. I could see it in her body's positioning, on her face, how she held her hands, what her lips did... I could see it.

It shifted the whole thing for me. I stopped going.

I've thought over these years that I stopped going because of some moment like this matador's. Some poignant touching moment. That was the story I told myself.

But that came later. I've just realized I stopped going because I didn't want to encounter anymore unmasked enjoyment of another's suffering in my own mother. I saw it and it was clear and shocking.

Not exactly a post suitable for the "What makes you happy?" thread, but there it is anyway.

So OT: What makes me happy is when a person can touch into their own bleakness and lack of compassion (and we all have that inside), and overcome it.
I don't care whether that comes from their own capacity to love, or from some cognitive set of principles they want to adhere to despite their lack of feelings - what makes me happy is to see a human insist in themselves that they rise to a level above their own base nature.

That is what makes humans glorious. And more than just a beast.

Unsane ♥

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeCrKbocEn4

it's SPINACH SEASON!!!

nah, naps. EAT ROMAINE!