This all started because my therapist told me that he didn't think that depression was my problem, but that the depression was a symptom of repressed rage.
"What should I do with the anger?" I asked.
"Have you tried yoga?"
(more) "So when I feel anger I should immediately get into the Happy Baby Pose?"
"What I mean is have to tried to express your anger through physical activity."
"Occasionally I punch somebody yea."
"Well, I think we should stop for the day, you seem especially squirrely. Maybe we will have a more productive session next time."
I swear that's the word he used.
"Do you mind if I give you a sharp slap in the face to dispel some anger before I go chief?"
So I left and went home and the damn squirrel was on the feeder again. I have a feeder that is supposedly squirrel proof but every few days I'd wake up in the morning and rub my eyes to see the damn thing sitting atop it again, with all the birds yelling at him, and shoving seeds in its mouth with its quick jerky movements and it's tail twitching. But that day when I came home from the therapist and saw him I snapped and shot the thing right off with a 22 rifle. And I immediately felt better. Killing has done the trick ever since. (less)