Catharsis is just a term with a consensual meaning.
'Consensual' is not static.
And a punch to his face is not a static motion..
It is a motion that is followed by a shove, a kick to the solar plexus, and a crunch of fractured, bony somethings.
See, it wasn't him that I was angry at. I could barely make out his face as I thrashed him. It was purely emotion in a concrete form and he happened to encompass the receiving platform for that release. As I reached out, again, and again, I considered the words in which to accurately voice the reasoning behind my actions. And as the futility of understanding dawned on me, I stopped.
"What- the fuck- is wrongwithyou- asshole," he gasped as he held on to his stomach. I kicked him in the balls. Once.
"You wouldn't get it." Three more quick kicks and then I stood up and straightened my clothes.
