I think there ought to be more screaming rooms. Japan has created a cottage industry of crying rooms, but I haven’t heard terribly much about a place to go and just scream your head off until you feel at ease. I used to rock a lot of heavy metal for exactly that purpose. I don’t believe I’m alone in this belief in screaming either. There are people, situations, and world drama that makes you wanna holler. Here’s a world one: I listened to Mitch McConnell blame the Iraq war on Obama with a straight face. People cheered. I wanted to scream. I watch racism unfold and people turn a blind eye. I want to scream. I watch really bad TV and I want to scream.
Don’t even get me started on raising boys.
The thing is, its socially unacceptable to scream in public. If you do it in front of your kids then you’re supposedly harming them as well. So where do I go to scream? My car mostly. I have a long drive and loud music. Its working for me. Besides, I’m far too old for the mosh pits.
Some Thoughts:
- 1837 marked the beginning of the American boom-bust cycle with the first major bust and resulting economic depression. It makes me think that there is a timer on such things. The wave of financial gain crests and then breaks. We just survived a break, which means things ought to be good for a little while.