Both homes have pros and cons, and neither home will be offended by me longing for the other.
Yeah, I feel that way about NYC, New England, and SF.
We dared to talk about dreams again, something we've been nervous about doing since the [info]housedreamland saga. To my relief, I found out that our dreams are still compatible, and that we're willing and able to help each other realise them.
I was in such an unusual rage at various times this last semester that I went out into my backyard and spent some time throwing rocks at my rockpile. I had never acted on the throwing urge before, and it was helpful... All I did was displace and sometimes shatter a few junk rocks and scrap bits of brick, so I didn't have to fight my "don't damage things!" instinct.
eyeofcanaan was to the point of screaming frustration several years ago, and Nick's mom had some brick porch she needed to demolish but had found it to be too much for her. We called eyeofcanaan over, and she spent a good twenty minutes smashing the porch into tiny bits with a two pound sledge. I love that woman.
If you want a way to kick things... When I was a kid, I liked kicking a volleyball or basketball against a backboard when I was frustrated. I wonder whether that would work for you.
Yeah, I have a strong urge not to damage, too, which is why this was rather revolutionary for me. I've realised that I have quite a habit of kicking small rocks up and down streets... scuffs on my shoes prove that. So far I've managed not to scratch any expensive cars, but I'd like to find something a bit safer. (Soccer balls have a tendency to break windows when kicked as hard as I think I'd feel like it, and I always sucked at soccer.)
Brings back bad memories of me not understanding the game when I was a kid, and people being pissed off about me kicking into the wrong goal, or out of bounds, or whatever. Football was even worse.
Heh... clay... reminds me of one of my art classes at school, when the teacher burst into tears and screamed 'be quiet or I'll stop teaching!', to which all the students, even the nerds, and the quiet ones, and the Asians, and the goodie-goodies, chanted 'Yay!!!!' loudly in unison. Then the kids that upset her went back to pegging clay at each other. =)
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Yeah, I feel that way about NYC, New England, and SF.
We dared to talk about dreams again, something we've been nervous about doing since the [info]housedreamland saga. To my relief, I found out that our dreams are still compatible, and that we're willing and able to help each other realise them.
How wonderful! I'm happy for you two.
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eyeofcanaan was to the point of screaming frustration several years ago, and Nick's mom had some brick porch she needed to demolish but had found it to be too much for her. We called eyeofcanaan over, and she spent a good twenty minutes smashing the porch into tiny bits with a two pound sledge. I love that woman.
If you want a way to kick things... When I was a kid, I liked kicking a volleyball or basketball against a backboard when I was frustrated. I wonder whether that would work for you.
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Yeah, I have a strong urge not to damage, too, which is why this
was rather revolutionary for me. I've realised that I have quite a
habit of kicking small rocks up and down streets... scuffs on my
shoes prove that. So far I've managed not to scratch any expensive
cars, but I'd like to find something a bit safer. (Soccer balls have
a tendency to break windows when kicked as hard as I think I'd feel
like it, and I always sucked at soccer.)
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Brings back bad memories of me not understanding the game when I
was a kid, and people being pissed off about me kicking into the
wrong goal, or out of bounds, or whatever. Football was even worse.
Thanks for the suggestion, though!
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Well, I'm all out of suggestions. :) Ah, well!
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Heh... clay... reminds me of one of my art classes at school, when
the teacher burst into tears and screamed 'be quiet or I'll stop
teaching!', to which all the students, even the nerds, and
the quiet ones, and the Asians, and the goodie-goodies, chanted
'Yay!!!!' loudly in unison. Then the kids that upset her went back to
pegging clay at each other. =)
Lots of frustration all 'round, there... =)
I'll think of something. Thanks!
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