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Okay Boldy here's the deal.
From the beginning of time, men have been the ones who go out, get roughed up, beat the fuck out of something and kill it, then bring it home where the family goes ape shit over his accomplishments and shows him their appreciation over what he's done.
Yeah, we've developed over a few thousand years, but some things you just can't take out of us.
Men are *still* programmed to be the agressor, the protector, the provider.
Base point - you NEED to go out and DO something once in a while. It's not that you're fucked up in the head. Talking to someone isn't going to do a fucking thing for you other than piss you off more because you're not getting anywhere.
This is a pent-up base behavior of men that no matter how hard society tries, it can't repress. I'd hazard to say that the more they try to repress it and turn men and women into asexual "equals", the more this type of thing (unidentifiable rage) occurs.
Join a kickboxing class. A boxing class. Something PHYSICAL. Something that will get your blood pumping, allow you to beat on something, and generally let you return to that basic primal MALE that the subconscious part of you needs to be.
Talking won't help, drugs will only repress it further and make it explosive when it finally comes out. You need something PHYSICAL that will communicate to your brain that you are, indeed, performing the tasks that you are "supposed" to be doing.
Your instinct doesn't know that suits, ties, and computers have replaced clubs, physical effort, and lots of adrenaline-pumping action. Feed your instinct and the rest of you will feel more "whole".
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