I started my Saturday Bahn chore on Friday afternoon, by hurling small breakables as hard and as fast as I could into The Dumpster. It was only about 40 degrees outside so I donned a paint-spattered XL CSU Los Angeles hooded sweatshirt over a tank top and a long-sleeved t-shirt, big-sized khaki-and-grass-stained gardening pants from the thrift store, bright green tennis shoes, blue gloves with rubber palms, and a perky ponytail on the top of my head, ala I Dream of Jeannie.
Sitting like fish in a barrel at the front of the garbage pile closest to The Dumpster were the remains of several large clay pots,
a few small electronics, many baseball bat-sized pieces of wood and a small bag of crunchy glass shards. I started with the clay pot remains, winding up like Tim Lincecum and hurling so hard I ended up on one foot with my follow-through.
I picked different spots on the far wall of The Dumpster and aimed for them; I even skipped those shards like stones on a pond, BANG SMASH CLANG CRASH.
I turned to my other materials to see if I could get the glass to bounce like a rubber ball (no), the wood to split apart on impact (yes, sometimes), and a brick to put a hole in a rusty piece of sheet metal (yes).
I came inside later and told everyone what I had done; Vini remarked that I really must have found it very satisfying, because in my enthusiasm for the subject I told them all so, about four times in the course of a 30 second story. And, yes, I did indeed! It could be that I have some a.n.g.e.r. and that's why breaking things feels so good!
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Moi? Angry? NEVER. Meanwhile, if you'll pardon me, I've got stuff to DO.
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BANG SMASH CLANG CRASH BANG SMASH CLANG CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH
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I turned to my other materials to see if I could get the glass to bounce like a rubber ball (no), the wood to split apart on impact (yes, sometimes), and a brick to put a hole in a rusty piece of sheet metal (yes).
I came inside later and told everyone what I had done; Vini remarked that I really must have found it very satisfying, because in my enthusiasm for the subject I told them all so, about four times in the course of a 30 second story. And, yes, I did indeed! It could be that I have some a.n.g.e.r. and that's why breaking things feels so good!
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Moi? Angry? NEVER. Meanwhile, if you'll pardon me, I've got stuff to DO.
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BANG SMASH CLANG CRASH BANG SMASH CLANG CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH
