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I did stuff yesterday. I weeded the front garden. I mowed the back garden. This evening, I will be putting wood bark on the front garden, weeding and woodbarking the back flower beds and giving the lawn another once over (at a slightly closer cut). And my legs are aching due to the lawn mowing. How does that work? Is it some kind of bodily campaign against gardening (I hope so) or am I just incredibly unfit? I can hardly walk today - its pathetic. Maybe I should start another form of exercise apart from wild, crazy sex with my girlfriend. Brisk walking or running...
Smacking people in the face. I thought about this a couple of weeks ago, but didnt mention it here (although I did on IRC). Have you ever been stood chatting to a close friend, either at work or in a pub, etc and thought "I could punch them so hard, smack them in the face right now, and they would never expect it and it would be awesome!"
After discussing this with several people, I have come to the conclusion that a lot of us have a mass of pent-up violence which we just seem to hold back all the time. I mean, there is no-one particularly that I would want to do this too (there are always a couple of exceptions), but its just the fact that I could do it. WHAM! Blood, teeth and bones everywhere. I mean, its not as if your good friend is expecting you to suddenly lunge at them with a face cracking punch, that'll send them flying backwards into a table...
What stops us from doing it? Conscience - that little voice telling us that it is bad? Sanity - the same thing that stops us from sticking our fingers into grinding machinery?
Maybe it would be theureputic to just launch an attack on someone. One of your close friends would probably be best, as if you go around attacking strangers, several things could go wrong - they might be tougher than you, they might be mad, they could call the police, etc. If anyone tries it, please leave me a comment on whether it worked for you, etc.
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