I keep it inside until I can drive somewhere isolated and let it out. Sometimes, it's the middle of an empty parking lot, and I scream my head off in my car. Sometimes, it's somewhere nicer, like an empty country road where only the cows will hear me.
There was one time I didn't have a car to scream in. I think it was in the shop. Anyway, I decided to try and channel that anger into my workout. I'd heard about people doing that, and it seemed like a decent opportunity to give it a shot.
So I walked inside my gym, earbuds already in, and went for the treadmills. There was only one available, but you know me. I'm not shy. I got on and started running, pushing myself a little faster than usual. It didn't calm me down, so I pushed even faster. I figured that even if it didn't help with the anger, at least I'd get a good workout.
At some point, I noticed that the treadmills on either side of me were no longer occupied. That was unusual but not alarming. I kept running. I thought I heard someone talking behind me, but I had no reason to stop. It's a gym, you know?
Then, one of the staff members popped up beside me. Big guy. Looked like he was on edge. He was mouthing "sir," so I stopped, took out my earbuds, and asked what the problem was.
It turned out that I looked so furious, I scared half a dozen people away from the treadmills. They had the biggest staff member available approach me in case they had to physically throw me out.
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I keep it inside until I can drive somewhere isolated and let it out. Sometimes, it's the middle of an empty parking lot, and I scream my head off in my car. Sometimes, it's somewhere nicer, like an empty country road where only the cows will hear me.
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I'm guessing that's the nice answer...?
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I try not to do that anymore. It never helps.
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Usually I start throwing punches.
[But he thinks Reiner probably cares more about hurting feelings than breaking noses. He's a softie, really.]
Your first answer sounded to genuine too be a lie. You really do that also?
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[ What with how rapidly he put on muscle. ]
It was the nice answer, not a lie. So, yeah, I do. It's earned me a few weird looks in not-quite-deserted parking lots.
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You probably are a story someone tells at parties though, I won't lie to you.
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[ Yes, he added a cute smiley face. Emojis are great, don't @ him. ]
There are worse stories they could tell. I'll take that one.
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Tell me one.
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So I walked inside my gym, earbuds already in, and went for the treadmills. There was only one available, but you know me. I'm not shy. I got on and started running, pushing myself a little faster than usual. It didn't calm me down, so I pushed even faster. I figured that even if it didn't help with the anger, at least I'd get a good workout.
At some point, I noticed that the treadmills on either side of me were no longer occupied. That was unusual but not alarming. I kept running. I thought I heard someone talking behind me, but I had no reason to stop. It's a gym, you know?
Then, one of the staff members popped up beside me. Big guy. Looked like he was on edge. He was mouthing "sir," so I stopped, took out my earbuds, and asked what the problem was.
It turned out that I looked so furious, I scared half a dozen people away from the treadmills. They had the biggest staff member available approach me in case they had to physically throw me out.
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