I’m sore as hell. I’ve been saying for years that I needed a hobby. A non-cerebral hobby that did not involve literature or filmmaking. I finally decided on knife throwing. I bought sixty dollars worth of knives and targets and knife throwing books and videos. I threw for the first time yesterday, for about 45 minutes. I’ve been sitting on a ball of pent up rage for days and I’ve discovered that there’s no better release than flinging sharp, deadly objects and having them occasionally stick in a target. Of course I woke up this morning and I could barely walk, my right knee was blown out and my throwing arm was incredibly sore.
Tomorrow I go to the gun range. I’ve never fired a gun in my life, so this will be a first. I’m suddenly interested in doing all this macho shit. I keep telling myself that this is stuff I’ve always wanted to do and up until now have not had the time or money, which is true. I’m trying to down play the fact that feeling threatened by other people has tapped into my repressed violence, although I know that’s part of it.