So that hot-headed basketball player cost him an injury all because he let out his anger on a chair and is now out for quite some time. Games lost, competitive energy halted and paycheck garnished somewhat in future bonus earnings.
Dummy.
But who am I to talk?
I was once so bothered by something I considered unjust that I went into the bathroom and sat on the top seat of the toilet and gave the yellow and white striped wall one mean jab . Like a Rhonda Rousey jab. Obviously, I didn’t know my own strength.
Huge hole.
Wasn’t injured. But I was afraid. Afraid of the wrath I would eventually incur.
Covered that bad boy up with a eucalyptus wreath. All it took was a little rearranging of the decor in the powder room.
It wasn’t until we moved out of that house that it was ever even noticed, and by that time, I had covered my tracks and made it something about hammering the wreath on the wall and “don’t you remember that?”
It worked. But the point is…
Don’t be an idiot. Go outside and scream if you need to. No sense in hurting yourself or vandalizing your own home.
#AngerManagement 💥
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