I occasionally feel an overwhelming urge to get into a fight. A real fight.
If I get involved in an altercation with an other driver a part of me hopes he will get out of his car to escalate things thereby giving me an excuse to go berserk.
I don’t even care if I “win”. At my age I probably wouldn’t. I just want the release.
Release of what?
Not sure. But whatever it is it’s the same urge that is behind my nostalgia for getting blind drunk…
I suspect it has been too long since I climbed a mountain.
The Obvious? 
This made me laugh out loud!
I am really enjoying your current posts. Not that I didn’t enjoy previous posts but, perhaps in common with my own place of mind, I am preferring contact with the ‘marrow’ of life rather than the intellect.
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That is interesting. I’ve dabbled in martial arts most of my life, still in tai chi practice. Wanting to fight is aways an undercurrent, but tempereed by a ‘let them initate – then respond’mindset. Evntually you chill to level that stops primary reaction.
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Yeah it’s my kicking its toys out of the pram because life doesn’t always turn out the way it thinks it should.
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I’d like to get angry. Let loose. Thankfully it doesn’t happen often. Instead I let loose a stream of F&$!s – then I hide & isolate myself from everyone.
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I once wrote a blog post years ago whose content was “Fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. Thanks that feels better”. It was picked up and reblogged by Loic Le Meur (who had a huge following at the time) and the result was that I was the No.1 “fuck” on Google for about 24hrs!
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