Anger is a dish best served....well, probably not at all

I am pissed off today.  The reasons why are irrelevant, but are fueled by the lovely hormonal imbalance that is my ma'i (for those of you not from Hawaii, look it up).

So, I called my best friend.  NOT the target of my anger, but a friendly ear to listen to me.  And after ranting about how pissed I am, about how the object of my anger would never understand it or listen to how pissed I was without galavanting off into the land of defensiveness, and saying that what I really wanted was to hit something.  Anything.  Preferably with a bat.

Did I mention I was REALLY REALLY pissed?

So, my bestie, being the soul of sanity that she is, helps me to find a way to channel my anger.  Batting cages?  Nope, don't think we have them anymore.  Hit a car with a baseball bet? Nope, that's illegal.  Kickboxing class?  Nope, not one you can get into like, TONIGHT.  Ok..... and then the bestie hits the nail on the head... Mai, what about the driving range?

Aaaaahhhhh, the sweet bliss of knowing that relief from my anger and the need to HIT something is just down the road at the Bay View Golf Club Driving Range.  In Kaneohe. And they're open unitl 10 PM.

So will the object of my ire ever hear about it?  Maybe.  But will I get to release that anger onto those poor, innocent, little white dimpled balls?  Yes!!!  Will I be imagining other balls in their place?  Most likely.

Yup, anger is probably a dish best served not at all.  But if you gotta let it out somewhere, a driving range is probably not a bad substitute.

Unless you're a golf ball.