Lately I've stumbled across a lot of very satisfying revenge writing on the net. It's almost always directed at an ex-partner, and probably richly deserved.
I have been brimming with rage recently - a wordless fury exacerbated by my verbal impotence. But because it's not directed at a single source, I am unable to unleash it (and thereby exorcise it) by writing a poison pen letter similar to those I have so admired of late (thank you, Blakkat). Instead I have taken it out on the one dear, patient person who really doesn't deserve it, and it's time to address that. So I will be exploring this personal rage properly soon. Look out.
posted by susanna @ 11:21 am
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I'd just throw something really hard at the wall. Preferably something messy, so that I can atone when I've calmed down by cleaning it up. Or not.
Or better - something fragile onto the concrete outside. That's my preferred rage outlet.
Helps if you have a good supply of tasteless knick knacks provided by relatives for 29 successive birthdays/Christmases.
meva - i like your style. if it were me, unfortunately, it would be not (re the cleaning up after), and my flat would fast come to resemble the innards of a bin. oh wait - too late!
gigglewick - plate smashing is good too. but then i feel the pang of regret and curse my renewed failure to curb my anger in a civilised fashion. Mind you, my mum has, over the years, provided me with plenty of said knick knacks. The set of frosted glass coasters from readers digest springs immediately to mind.
The great thing about finally letting it go (somewhere, anywhere!) is that once you do, it all passes and you feel normal again. I hope you find some where to vent where it's safe and you know you won't cause any real harm. For weeks I wrestled with this notion of 'keeping my dignity' rather than giving the toxic build up of rage inside me some sort of outlet. The best part is, he hasn't read it (and won't because I warned him not to) and we're actually speaking to each other like civilised adults again. Downside? As I'm no longer angry, I'm beginning to miss him, which is kind of worse.
Previous suggestions of throwing things is always good, too. You really can't top a good hurl of an inanimate object.
Tell us how it goes...
blakkat, this is very true. i find that as soon as i've blown a gasket i am completely back to normal, if a bit exhausted. then you get the difficult part - if you're no longer angry, does that mean you've forgiven the object of your anger? and if so, then what? a reunion? luckily (?) for me, my current anger is directed at a nebulous cloud of people, from my editor here at work to an ex-friend to the less personal, usual suspects in canberra and beyond.
i'll certainly be taking out my own personal angst on johnnie boy with my universal suffrage come the election. bring it on!
Taking it all out on the Libs is always an excellent solution, and something I suspect one of my sisters does a fair bit.
Here's what I do to vent, with varying degrees of success:
I write really angry letters to a variety of sources eg the Age, local council etc
I pick a fight with someone and have a really really good cry afterwards, or during.
I fling myself into something proactive and useful, like completely reorganising the backyard, my room, the living room etc etc
I go for a long angry walk around the neighbourhood.
I shout at the 7:30 report.
Usually by this stage it has abated.
I occasionally feel that somethings would better be sorted out with fisticuffs, but alas we live in a civilised society...
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