There are moments in life where, through your own lack of sense, you find - always in the aftermath - you are left with a horrible regret. All you want to do is scream and scream again, physically wretch and beat the particular feeling out of you. It can be a cathartic activity, and yet I worry we live in a world where too often the kinds of feelings that can corrode the heart sinews are not vented because it is either considered unprofessional, or going against an unspoken societal trend towards a sometimes utterly counter-productive stoicism. We all have our problems, however meaningless, and they don't go away without a good old scream. The antidote thereafter might be laughter yoga (or sex, if available).
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