It's a little ironic that I have a yardstick collection because Mom used them as a weapon. The yardstick broke once when she smacked it on the back of my bare legs. I laughed. She went from mad to really mad. Things went downhill from there, but I had a sudden realization that she couldn't keep hitting me anymore. Sometimes the lesson learned isn't the lesson intended. On the other hand, I don't display my yardsticks in the house. I'll keep them in the garage.
I've spent a lot of effort lately in cleaning out the garage and rewiring it. In some ways, I think this is a waste of time since I don't spend much time in the garage anyway. At the same time, it annoys me that I couldn't use the garage because it was crowded with too much stuff, dirt, and cobwebs. It becomes symbolic for other things in my life, a large, unnecessary, rotting appendage. Bro3 re-sided it, so at least it isn't rotting anymore. Mostly, I'm just working off excess energy and getting some exercise.
I don't regret these scrapes and bruises. I've had this garage for years, and for years I had to put things where that disorganized man had left me a mismatched shelf or hook. I ripped out the shelves on one wall and replaced them with orderly shelves that actually make sense and let me store long pieces of lumber. I'm tired of settling for what is instead of what I want it to be.
The point of all this is that whatever you do, it's better to strive to improve the world than to just rot with the garage or take out your aggression on someone else. Look for the beauty. Create it. Share it.