…when I am angry at how messed up my religion has become.
Later I tore it up and I’ve been sticking the pieces in my typewriter to super-impose moody poetry among the color splatters.
This entire process has been a huge help in dealing with my frustration, and it is much healthier than the alternatives: cutting yourself, not eating, taking it out on loved ones, chain smoking, becoming an alcoholic, making passive-aggressive statuses on Facebook, going on killing sprees, or even just sitting around stewing about, letting your muscles get tense and form as many knots as possible in one person’s body.
My three main outlets for anger in general are poetry, art, and music, listening to it or playing it. I don’t care if I am terrible at them. They help and that’s all there is to it.
So – relax! Throw paint at things!