The other day someone was telling me about her difficult (to say the least) birth experience which almost killed her and her son and it brought up a load of stuff which I decided not to express at the time, but it's resulted in me getting all stupid about ridiculous things like films and coffee cups or something in a highly histrionic manner. Now, we already have that venerable institution of the Angry Dome and also the toilet, where we are able to dump urine and stools, but there is no corresponding room to excrete our angst, excretory process though it be. Therefore, I suggest a soundproofed padded cubicle into which one can lock oneself, possibly furnished with Munch, Francis Bacon and Gerald Scarfe posters and speakers playing atonal music, and weep and wail for a bit so as not to bother people with your emotional drama when it's not about them or the situation at all but just a load of baggage you're carrying around from previous situations.
In time, this room would become sufficiently imbued with despair and loathing that simply going in there would greatly magnify the ostentatious drama of the situation, leading to more efficient affective ablutions.-- nineteenthly, Mar 02 2014 Smash Shack http://money.cnn.co...ss/smash_shack.smb/ [JesusHChrist, Mar 02 2014] I see your verbosity, and raise you a 12864 12864Something to do with computer parts I reckon... [RayfordSteele, Mar 03 2014] ARRRRRGH_27S!!! [calum, Mar 05 2014] What you'd need in there (if you don't find some other way of ceasing to need one of these, which seems to be your sensible ultimate intended destination) is a kind of dart board with a stick figure that's quite difficult to hit drawn on it.
The scrawled name of the stick figure would be "Sigmund Fraud" to begin with. Later, you would change the name (when this one got boring).
The idea would be to damage the stick figure, till, in the fullness of time it became fubar.
The dart board would need to be a floor-to-ceiling affair with irregular, mostly vertical, edges. The room would need to be extremely narrow (too narrow to fit your shoulders), a little bit dark, padded (as you rightly point out it should be), and should contain a heater kept always on, just in case. Studies have shown this to be the most distracting environment in times of Angst. (And actually auch Sturm und Drang - but I think that's a different topic).
Your koan while interred might be something like "Ï do not believe it". More than likely it would have to be something much better, which I leave as an open question.
Actually a more effective alternative would be to make friends with a dog, and go walkies.
(This response is much, much, much too long, isn't it?)-- skoomphemph, Mar 02 2014 No, it's of absolutely ideal length.-- nineteenthly, Mar 02 2014 Maybe that room could be the gym, and the instrument of excretion the Heavy Bag? I believe there was a scene depicting such at the beginning of the Avengers movie.-- bungston, Mar 02 2014 Thanks nineteenthly. You have relieved my Angst on this score.
As for the heavy bag, this might have some usefulness in this case. Suspended between the throwing point and the dart board, the bag would contribute some of the vexatiousness the experts recommend in these cases.
Eventually one could climb up onto the heavy bag, hug the rope, and gibber plaintively, if necessary.
Of course if one were to make friends with a dog, one could gently lower and release a heavy bag kept for this purpose in a tree in the garden, and drag said heavy bag around before doing something f!Ant!ASti!!c!! (like going for a !wal!k!!). There's a fair chance that your friend, the dog, would hump the heavy bag if you did so (since it would resemble a large bag of laundry being dragged down the passage, and we all know how dogs feel about laundry bags).
Yes, I think the dog might cunningly trick you into forgetting you were in Angst in such a case.
And then finally you could even invite the dog into the Angst Room with you, and get him to fart a bit in there to make it more repellant, and odiously, wonderfully loathsome.-- skoomphemph, Mar 02 2014 [skoomphemph], might I remind you that you're still on probation here for another four years?-- MaxwellBuchanan, Mar 02 2014 Sarah's Smash Shack San Diego (link)-- JesusHChrist, Mar 02 2014 Have you thought of just bottling it up, [nineteenthly]? With your talents, you could cellar it for a few years, then produce it to the public as an important work of art.-- pertinax, Mar 03 2014 Oh, and [skoomphemph], don't mind [MaxwellBuchanan]; he's actually still on probation now, except we've lost the paperwork.-- pertinax, Mar 03 2014 Four years ? You told me it was eight !-- FlyingToaster, Mar 03 2014 I've submitted the verbosity reflex suppression undertaking in triplicate, signed my acknowledgement of my final irregular spelling warning (thankfully restricted to the word "f!Ant!ASti!!c!!" - which should be spelled "FAN!!!t!ASti!!ck!!") ...
... and ... yes, another verbosity reflex suppression suppression notification has just come in (the blue one, this time).
May I just please add that the long wall of the Angst room should be contrived so as to gradually squeeze the occupant? (So it would need to be a dry wall on tracks, powered by a not excessively powerful motor)-- skoomphemph, Mar 03 2014 Yes, what pertinax said. Bottled up angst is the force behind so many great creative works of art we have. Keep it inside till it eats your liver!-- blissmiss, Mar 03 2014 //verbosity reflex//
*That's* not verbosity...
... *This* ... {nods towards [Vernon]} ... is verbosity.-- pertinax, Mar 03 2014 Already doing that, [pertinax].-- nineteenthly, Mar 05 2014 With due respect to my fellow Perthian, the word [pertinax] is looking for is Overbosity.-- AusCan531, Mar 05 2014 Ah, yes. No, it wasn't the word I was looking for, but ah, yes, we are fellow Perthians.
We should probably attempt a brief, sub-quorate half-con some lunchtime on St George's Terrace, one of these days - if only to find out, Perth still being in some ways a small town, whether we've already met in real life.-- pertinax, Mar 06 2014 random, halfbakery