I don't experience the urge to blow up as a result of stuff here as much as I just occasionally wish to spontaneously combust as a result of life.

Here I can write stupid stuff off to kids being kids and stupid people being stupid. But I can't always write off the agonizing stuff in real life. I mostly deal with these feelings with exercise.

While we're on the topic of explosive emotions, I occasionally wish for short-range cruise missles that fire out of the headlights of my car so I could blow stupid or dangerous drivers to kingdom come. . .

I firmly believe these fantasies are healthy and normal. I also find them very entertaining because most of the people who know me would never believe I have them!