I was thinking of buying my own lab coat and hiring out scream rooms and plate smashing rooms until I read this. I’m glad you found something that works. The world is glad you’ve found something that works.
Thank you, Steve. I still maintain a casual relationship with my local scream room - booked under a fake name, naturally, in case I run into someone from Pilates.
The lab coat is an excellent idea. I wore one once while whispering apologies to a tray of broken teacups. Very healing. Highly recommend pairing it with a monocle and a strong sense of misplaced authority.
Thank you for the fun/interesting read! Re yoga, it’s not essential or anything, but you could maybe give it another try, there are heaps better teachers around than it sounds like you’ve been exposed to :-)
Thanks! And yes, I’m sure yoga can be life-changing, but so can a head injury.
To be clear, my aversion is almost definitely a tragic blend of Tasmanian working-class reverse snobbery, emotional constipation, and a deep-seated fear of being told to “open my heart space.” I don't blame yoga. I blame 14-year-old me, who once pulled a hamstring trying to impress a girl in PE and never fully recovered, emotionally or physically.
Still, I admire anyone who can lie on the floor in a dark room without spiralling into existential dread. Maybe I’ll give it another go. Just no scented candles or “inner child” talk unless there's a safe word
I was thinking of buying my own lab coat and hiring out scream rooms and plate smashing rooms until I read this. I’m glad you found something that works. The world is glad you’ve found something that works.
Thank you, Steve. I still maintain a casual relationship with my local scream room - booked under a fake name, naturally, in case I run into someone from Pilates.
The lab coat is an excellent idea. I wore one once while whispering apologies to a tray of broken teacups. Very healing. Highly recommend pairing it with a monocle and a strong sense of misplaced authority.
The screaming is just a side hustle. The main gig is the selling of pineapple juice and selling the screamed secrets to the CIA.
Thank you for the fun/interesting read! Re yoga, it’s not essential or anything, but you could maybe give it another try, there are heaps better teachers around than it sounds like you’ve been exposed to :-)
Thanks! And yes, I’m sure yoga can be life-changing, but so can a head injury.
To be clear, my aversion is almost definitely a tragic blend of Tasmanian working-class reverse snobbery, emotional constipation, and a deep-seated fear of being told to “open my heart space.” I don't blame yoga. I blame 14-year-old me, who once pulled a hamstring trying to impress a girl in PE and never fully recovered, emotionally or physically.
Still, I admire anyone who can lie on the floor in a dark room without spiralling into existential dread. Maybe I’ll give it another go. Just no scented candles or “inner child” talk unless there's a safe word