Stressed, Binghamton? Maybe It’s Time To Scream Together

Have you heard about the new Primal Scream Clubs where people literally get together just to yell their stress into the void? Yes, it’s a real thing. And no, it’s not as weird as it sounds.

Don't judge just yet, hear me out. 

Sometimes we don’t need a self help book or a meditation app. Sometimes we just need permission to absolutely lose it for five seconds without someone asking, “Are you okay?”

Kids Understand the Power of Screaming Better Than Adults Do

One of the things my son misses most about living out in the country is being able to run into the woods and scream whenever life got too overwhelming. He’s a little boy with a lot of emotions, and when it all bubbled up, he’d just plant his feet, face the trees, and holler like a banshee until the storm passed. No judgment. No witnesses. Just pure emotional release.

Highway Scream Therapy Routine

Now that we live in town and random forest type screaming is "frowned upon” in suburbia, we’ve developed a system: we hit the highway, crank the music, roll the windows up (we’re not complete menaces), and scream like we’re auditioning for a horror movie. And let me tell you, it works. Every time, without fail, we collapse into giggles afterward. It’s ridiculous. It’s cathartic. It’s free group therapy with better soundtracks.

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Why Doesn’t Binghamton Have a Club Yet?

Binghamton has everything else. Trivia nights, pickleball leagues, running clubs, but no official outlet for existential rage? Give me Otsiningo Park at 7 p.m. on a Tuesday and a bunch of overstimulated adults ready to yell like their laptops just froze mid-Zoom. Just tossing it out there.