I had one of those days today. There was nothing in particular that caused my big pot of stress to boil rapidly, but the cover was ready to blow off that bad boy by the end of the work day.
On our afternoon walk, Mrs. Fish mentioned that I was being very quiet. Which is ironic given that I wanted to just scream, but I explained that the day had simply gotten the best of me and I was spent.
Plus, polite society frowns upon random shrieking.
The thing of it is, letting it all out probably would have been exactly the release I needed to get me through my day.
When a radiator is overheating, you bleed it, right?
A high decibel, lung rattling, throat scratching scream would’ve done the trick.
But you can’t scream at work.
At least that was the argument that common sense made any time I went to open my mouth and just let it go.
I thought about screaming in the car during my drive home, but there was a really good song on the radio, so I sang along instead. Plus, I didn’t want to stain the RAV4’s brand new interior with that kind of stress and angst.
When I got back to The House on the Hill, the interns made it perfectly clear that they would not put up with any ear piercing freakishness out of me.
Those college kids know nothing about how to deal with stress. They just post witty memes and bitch about their problems in 140 characters or less on Twitter.
Whatever happened to a good scream to clear the pipes and calm the mind?
He made them scream. Out with the bad. In with the tolerable until things get better.
I was going to scream after dinner, since the interns were gone for the day, but Cali was sleeping and looked totally adorable. I didn’t have the heart to wake my kitty.
Even though they hang out with witches often, black cats are very skittish. They prefer a loud cackle to a glass shattering scream.
Besides, after being home for an hour, I felt a little better. Plus, I had taken the time to type up something that had really been bothering me, and getting that out of my head really helped lower the stress levels.
I went for my after dinner walk, and that was probably the best thing I could have done in lieu of the big scream.
No one else was out, so I had the streets all to myself to clear my head.
I probably could’ve screamed at the top of my lungs and not have bothered a soul.
But I let my thoughts drift off to a happy, peaceful, quiet place. I started to mentally outline the secret writing project that has been taking up a majority of my creative time lately.
Writing has always been my best escape, and tonight it saved me from a sore thought and raspy voice tomorrow.
I do, however, reserve the right to scream if the mood hits. After all, this is America, and if our leader has taught up anything, it’s that you never hold anything in. Just let it out.
Even if it’s just to say AAAAGGHH!!!