Oddly a few friends and I were talking about this only last night. Not as in the unleashing of the joy of being alive but as in unleashing repressed anger.
I explained that once long ago I used to buy or find odd pieces of china and store them for a later use. then when I needed to let off huge amounts of anger, I would take the pile of china and enjoy throwing them about on concrete floors. The sheer force of them smashing was a delight! It took unhealthy anger away from situations where it would be too destructive.
One of my friends said she tried to smash a cup once but found it too hard to release her anger, to throw it hard enough to break. All she could do was break the handle!
I find that sort of repression to be extremely worrying.
It's been a loooong time since I rolled down a grassy bank!
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I explained that once long ago I used to buy or find odd pieces of china and store them for a later use. then when I needed to let off huge amounts of anger, I would take the pile of china and enjoy throwing them about on concrete floors. The sheer force of them smashing was a delight! It took unhealthy anger away from situations where it would be too destructive.
One of my friends said she tried to smash a cup once but found it too hard to release her anger, to throw it hard enough to break. All she could do was break the handle!
I find that sort of repression to be extremely worrying.
It's been a loooong time since I rolled down a grassy bank!