When the going gets tough, the tough get …destructive?
Many of us reach our “stress max” on a daily basis. Whether it is because of work, family, finances or just the everyday struggles that life throws at us, our stress sensors always seem to be blaring loud like an alarm clock.
When this happens, we try to find ways to help us chill out, relax and find the peace and solitude we so desperately seek. Or in other words, escape from the insanity that has surrounded us.
For some, a simple nap, a good book or choice of an adult beverage can do the trick. For others, we may need something more.
Driving to work the other day, I was listening to a local radio show that discussed this very topic and a new business that opened up to help people deal with their stress. I smiled as I listened because I could totally picture myself becoming a regular client, but not because of stress, but rather pure enjoyment.
Now, I will offer this one disclaimer. I have not verified if this is a true business, but they do have a website, but to me, real or not, the concept is a winner in my book! On a side note, I did call the number listed on the website and just got a busy signal.
According to their website, Das Breakroom, a business in Boise, Idaho, offers people the chance to come in and BREAK THINGS. The website states that you need to wear closed toe shoes and only one person is allowed in a break room at a time. You need to be 18 years of age and safety equipment is to be worn at all times.
The prices seem reasonable as they charge anywhere from $3 to $5 per session, which in my book, is a steal, unless of course they only provide a single plate to break!
Like I said, it doesn’t matter if this is a true business or not, just imagine if it were. If someone opened a business like this in Three Rivers, would you go? I am sure many of us would just to check it out and see what it was all about. And let’s be honest, it is fun to break things!
I have a strange obsession with breaking things. It isn’t so much of a stress reliever for me as it is just plain ol’ fun. As a young boy, I loved making things out of blocks, Lego’s and the like, only to have a natural disaster come through and completely obliterate the entire structure. My Grandpa Wellington would always tell me that I was going to grow up to be an architect because of my creations. Maybe he meant wrecking ball operator or explosive detonator?
When I worked retail, one position I held was Merchandise Claims and Control, or in other words, defective merchandise! One of my duties was to completely destroy merchandise that was no longer fit to sell, such as bowling balls in which the finger holes were drilled incorrectly. A friend and fellow co-worker for mine, Bryan, had a great time finding ways to break the many bowling balls that were to be tossed out.
It was a stress reliever, but above all, it was just plain fun.
I still break things to this day and I think it sometimes gets on my wife’s nerves. Instead of simply throwing away a bad light bulb or cracked dish, I like to make sure it is unrecognizable as it goes on its final journey.
Maybe it is just a “boy” thing?