Years ago, I had the idea for a joke self-help book called something like “Scream Yourself Happy.” The premise was that people could achieve inner peace and release tension by engaging in a process of shouting horrible obscenities at the top of their lungs.
It was a lark, of course, but the idea does make some intuitive sense. We do seem to release stress by saying something like, “Shit!” or “Fuck!” or “shit eating, dick sucking, fucktarded douche licking twat smelling fuckburgers!”
Today, while reading “The Divided Mind” by John Sarno, I come across this description of observations made by psychoanalyst Franz Alexander.
Alexander was particularly impressed by the rage factor in migraine, noting that he had observed the immediate cessation of the headache as soon as his patient discharge his rage with a sharp verbal outburst of vulgarity.
So, maybe there’s something to screaming yourself happy. (There is a form of therapy based on the concept of the primal scream.)
It stands to reason that if screaming can do a good job of releasing tension, going into fits of rage where you actually smash and destroy everything around you could work wonders. But maybe that’s taking things too far. For now, I say, “come on, America! Scream yourself happy!”
FUCKINGSHITCUNTFAGBALLLICKINGSHITBURGERFUCKDOLLTWATEATINGSHITWHOREFAGJUICE!!!!!
Like that “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!!” thing in “Network”? I always thought that was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen. How long ago was that? All these years of screaming about how mad they are and they’re still taking it right up the ass. And they’re going to keep right on taking it until the day they die. So SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
I’m sorry, I’m just grouchy because I have to go to work.
You know what else is stupid? “Fight Club”, who the fuck really believes that what all guys really really want to do is get together to beat the crap out of each other? That’s stupid!
I should probably stop typing here and go take a shower.
And “King Of Comedy”, what the fuck is so . . .
I’m sorry.