One of the hottest trends for anger management and stress release these days is rage rooms. A rage room is a place where you get to physically vent all your anger and frustration. A place where you go to smash the shit out of things like computers, printers, small kitchen appliances and tacky ceramics, just to name a few. Somewhere to get the anger out of your system. What a wonderful idea. What a great release. I only wish I had thought of it.
According to Wikipedia: a rage room, also known as a smash room or anger room, is a business where people can vent their rage by destroying objects within a room. Wikipedia also states that the first rage rooms to open were likely in Japan in 2008 or earlier. The concept has now spread to other countries around the world. It goes on to say that: Safety is paramount in a rage room. While rage rooms provide a safe space for destroying items, there are obvious risks involved with sessions, including slipping and falling, flying debris from items being smashed, and emotional injury. Because of this, all rage room establishments have required participants to wear safety gear, and sign a liability waiver.
I checked on line and sure enough, Halifax, Nova Scotia has a rage room. Here are some of the points from their web site:
Rage Room is as unique alternative stress relief technique. – I’d say!
Smash to your heart’s delight with any of our approved weapons. – I am curious about these approved weapons. Too bad the site didn’t include photos.
Play your own tunes with our bluetooth speakers! – This has potential.
Rage out to our all-local heavy playlists! – Additional potential.
You can bring one of your own boxes. $10/additional box. – This could be worth it.
Between 1 and 4 ragers can rage out at a time. – No! No! No! This is something I would need to do all by myself.
After smashing you can leave the clean up to us. – I really like this one… leaving the clean up to someone else.
I could have used a Rage room when I was younger. Especially during those times when I felt I was out of control as discussed in my last blog. I can imagine smashing things like the heads of clowns and vacuum cleaners with a sledge hammer. My protection goggles steaming up with fury. My hair frizzing with perspiration .
I can imagine The Rolling Stones playing top volume in the background, probably because I am currently reading Keith Richard’s biography. I wasn’t really a Stones listener back them. I’m not really one now. I am more an instrumental jazz listener now and was a singer songwriter listener back then whenever I had time to listen. Anyway it is the Stones that are currently playing the background music in my head. I keep Googling the songs Keith refers to in the book. Surprisingly, I am familiar with most of them. How could I not be? To me, many would suit my mood in a rage room.
I did come up with my own rage release technique when I was younger. I went to a Toys R Us store and purchased a Bozo the clown punching bag. It was one that popped back up after you hit it. It really didn’t help with my buried rage because I would end up in fits of giggles, which wasn’t too bad but didn’t have long-term benefits. Then I drew a moustache on Bozo and couldn’t hit him any more because this was after I had started dating The Doc, and he was sporting a moustache at the time. The bald head and moustache combo created a resemblance that was just a little too similar.
Actually there are still times that I could use a rage room, like the end of last week when I spend two days straight cleaning, after a relaxed summer of having JT home, and no one offered to help. Or when I think about the fact that I thought retirement meant doing things together and having fun as a couple when increasingly I have to search for more ways to try to enjoy life on my own. I guess I am not alone. I guess that’s the way a lot of long-term marriages go, but I really didn’t think mine would. But hey, I’m a big girl, I can deal with it. However, there are times when I fluctuate between angry and sad. These things are constantly-recurring burning issues, and I need to manage those feelings. So I may make it to a rage room sometime in the future; but in the meantime, I will just write a blog.
Thank you for reading.
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