Someone else who works on an airfield, high five!Vicarious Reality said:Biking to work over the airfield?
This so hard. Breaking things is an absolute joy. Something about the feeling of things crumbling into pieces by my own hand really just makes for a huge sense of satisfaction. The harder it is to break, the better it feels. I wanted to dig up this huge rock in the yard the other day, since we're making a terraced garden (our backyard slopes down at a steep angle, so we want to turn it into something useful), and the rock was in the way of our creation of ledges, but unfortunately, it was too big to remove without being a pain in the ass to fill in later. So instead I got to use a pickaxe and whaled on it until huge pieces started breaking off.WouldYouKindly said:Breaking things... Just anything. It doesn't take skill, and normally not even that much physical effort, but it's just like a reverse puzzle. You take a whole thing and turn it into pieces. If you want to make my day, show me some old shelves that you want broken down, hand me a crowbar, and let me get to it.
I can sympathize. The same pretty much applies to my life as well. Especially the headphones aspect. I dunno about you, but they keep me in a meditative rhythm if the song is just right. Hell, night walks can be the most amazing and calming thing ever [small](if you get over the fact that you're walking alone at night in the middle of Los Angeles, but whatever)[/small].Colour Scientist said:I don't know if this counts but I love walking. I will pick walking to my destination over public transport or driving any day, if the journey is feasible. My walk to and from work takes me an hour each-way but I enjoy just putting on my headphones and getting there on foot, even if it means getting up earlier and getting home a bit later in the evenings.
That.... that's just badass.Zhukov said:Splitting firewood.