I'm not proud of it
10 months ago
because it scares people and is generally classified as “crappy behavior.” I think I learned it from my dad, who throws things when he’s angry. He once smashed my favorite mug on purpose and I was upset. I mean, it was a mug, but I was still upset.
But I understand the release and the satisfaction of watching something shatter to pieces. It reflects how you want to feel, how you wish the thing you hate could just be thrown against the ground and reduced to bits – but those things have no physical manifestation that you can do away with so easily.
