A man sat down next to me in the park and asked why I was holding a bloody tissue on my foot. I explained; I'd been walking off some frustration when I, overwhelmed and generally pissed off, lashed out and kicked a pine tree.
"Did it help?" Asked the man.
I paused to consider, "A little bit."
"How's the tree?"
"Unimpressed."
He smiled a little, nodded, then reached into his backpack to find a bottle of water. he handed it to me. "For your foot - wash the blood off and it won't look so bad."
He spoke again; "So what's the problem?"
"Huh?"
"The tree, why attack a tree?"
I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He seemed normal. N