At the end of the day, I take one of last weeks magazines (might I suggest the New Yorker for funny cartoons), and tear it into two roughly equal piles made from its pages split down the inseam.
Then I put the piles on a counter in front of me (while standing), in front of each of my hands.
When the clock hits the next minute, I say ‘GO!’ (yes, loud, like a kiyah !)
Then I begin balling papers up in each of my hands at once and discarding them as soon as a few presses shows them to be fully compressed. I discard the balls with flair as if this were a race against time ! I crumble them with straight arms, bent arms, arms to my side, arms over my head, all the while making satisfying crinkling noises and feeling like Godzilla stomping over a Tokyo of little… Well, maybe I get a little carried away
But it sure feels like relief.
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