Writing! It exorcises the bad feelings onto the page where they are trapped forever.

Full-contact boffer fighting. Feels good man. I can only imagine what the Buhurt loonies get out of it.

Run up mountain! Run up mountain until brain not working and feel like vomit!

Masturbating

Deep-chested, full-volume, belt-it-out singing. Especially if it's either super sad or very angry.

Primal screaming in an enclosed space, like an elevator

Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of the women!

Violence & Physical activity to the point of exhaustion.

Working a heavy bag or chopping firewood are great examples.

talking into a fan so that your voice sounds funny

Weeding the yard, one grass plant at a time

Surfing. Especially by myself.

The ocean

Sad sad songs.

Boulder to Birmingham

Red dirt girl

Nick Drake song Road because he did not find a road to take him home.

Dancing can, if I feel free enough. Like going out dancing someplace.

catharsis

Riding a bike far into the woods.

Eating good food.

And by good food, I mean food that is healthy for you and satisfying and novel enough that it causes the receptors in your brain to start firing off.

It's a rare treat to find a place that even offers that.

The last time I went to Portland I stumbled across a restaurant called kebab and had Egyptian chicken kusharia and it was so good that it made my entire week. I'm still thinking about that chicken kusharia and that was back in April.

Listening to a really good album.

There’s a good chance my wife will find me crying over Everything Goes Numb tonight.

It’s been a fucking week.

planning ways to destroy my enemies

Sex with my wife and fishing

Sleeping

Music

Running.

Making up jokes about whatever the upsetting situation is.

So. The thing is im kinda stoic in manner.

Gardening.

Walking my dog.

Shooting my guns.

Getting rid of stuff at the dump.

Watching "The Death of a Salesman" by Arthur Miller

sex. the end especially, when we are happy and cuddly.

Singing (although depending on the mood and selection of songs, this may lead to crying).

Sex. Not masturbation, tho. If that ever leads to crying, they must've broke my dick.

Whistling.

Playing “I sank it!”

Take a rock, imbue it with the emotion, the essence of what’s bothering you… name it the thing that is causing you grief, and chuck it in the fucking lake.

Never discount what a good masturbation can do, or a nap. One after the other is even better.

If those don’t work and weather permits it, just going outside and watching nature is very cathartic for me. Not feeling trapped in an apartment or situation.