It’s been a day where I have wanted to scream.
An altercation with an unreasonable family member.
Walking along in the rain and getting splattered by the backwash from passing vehicles going through puddles in the gutter.
Having to sit around in wet clothes at my business meeting because my uniform is not water proof.
Realising that I have so many things to do and just not enough hours in the day, undoing all the de-stressing that an hour’s yoga had achieved.
Yup, lots of reasons to just open my mouth and let the frustration out.
Still, whilst I was trying to address the pile of things to which I need to attend, I happened upon a an old post regarding a total different reason for venting the mental response to bodily action.
I’ve done a lot of screaming in my interactions with Ruf. All for the best possible motives and most completely beyond my ability to control.
They bubble up and erupt totally separate from my conscious mind showing that it can be the most instinctive reaction to pleasure.
Underneath the layers of my naturally enthusiastic reaction to his attentions, I became aware of something rising within me. This was more than the squeals of pleasure that I remembered from happier times with the man whose name I bear and different from the feral howls of enjoyment…
This was the scream that made me realise just how much joy the sexual act could arouse.
Sounds like a scream's just what you need, one way or another then. Release that tension so tomorow's better……
I *hate* those days but it does well to remember there are better tomorrows ahead.
xx
everybody has those days! Scream till you are give out that should help.
Screaming to vent is ok, but I prefer the steam coming out of the ears analogy… or just exhaling very very slowly to try to allow it all to leave :)
Screaming (and crying) are always good to relieve any kind of tension!