As a teenager, I made a punch bag and hung it from the apricot tree in our back yard. I had a lot of anger I couldn't understand, and that punch bag sure took a pounding. It never gave me a hug again afterwards - never said "I forgive you" but that was ok. I didn't have to apologise to it either. Only one friend of mine knew about the role of that punch bag - the imaginary names on it, and faces of people buried inside it. The best part is the people I got mad at didn't know about my feelings, never got hurt, and I didn't lose face with them either . I had a chance to deal with them in a more controlled manner the next day.