Some people cage fight.
I play the piano.
Ever since the sixth grade, I've played the same repertoire when I've had enough of the world. I begin and end with Hayden's Gypsy Rondo. In between is a lot of Beethoven--the man's extremes complement my moodiness. When I calm down, I turn to Clementi's sonatinas, which remind me of songs that should emit from a delicate music box. Who can be stressed when your fingertips are creating happy, playful music?
Journal: Write a slice of life where we see a character's method of relieving stress. Next, write a scene where the character encounters a need to relieve stress...and that option is not available. What happens?