I’ve mentioned my initially facetious now somewhat serious theory that screaming expletives releases some kind of emotional tension, probably by tapping directly into the parts of the brain that Freud might have referred to as the “id” (e.g. the older, “reptilian” brain.) For example, I recall reading about a case involving a man who had lost much of his cortical functions. The only talking he could do was to scream expletives.
I’ve also mentioned the pain/mental therapy known as the emotional freedom technique. It basically consists of tapping parts of your body while reciting self affirmations. I find it a bit fruity, but I did note this interesting recent post by an EFT therapist discussing one of her patients.
We went outdoors for our session and found a private place to work where we were free to tap and scream and cuss without attracting any attention. Here are some of Rose’s set up phrases:
Even though I am beyond furious with Mama – it’s always all about her – f**ck everyone else – I deeply and completely love and accept myself. (Said loud and strong)
Even though I feel responsible to make her happy I know that is a trap and it’s impossible, I deeply…
Even though I have this deep conviction that it is my responsibility to fix my f**ked up family, I deeply…
Should you be screaming expletives daily as a way of releasing tension? It’s best to be on the safe side.
Screaming foul language may help the Commoners release their frustrations but, as an Artist, I find that rather coarse.
Hey, if “Free Bird” is such a great record why don’t you ever see birds flying into the store to buy it?
I’m sorry, I’m stoned on Cetirizine. Oh, God, just wait until this stuff hits the Inner City! Yippee!!
Saleeby jumps up in the air, hits his knee on a table, lands on his head, and starts crying until he realizes it is a golden oppurtunity to do the ol’ “I’m okay, I landed on my head!” bit.
Hey, if “Cat Scratch Fever” is such a great record why don’t you ever see cats prancing into the store to buy it?
We can do many variations on that bit we can turn it into a book! Let me take some of that Cetirizine and get to work!
Saleeby locks himself inside the refrigerator while trying to perform some stupid magic trick, suffocates to death, is discovered by his Landlord three weeks later. The smell! My God, the SMELL!
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