“I refute it thus!” would also have been acceptable.
Yes, but not to the point of actually breaking something. I also swear at many objects and softwares.
As we get older and more experienced we run into fewer things that baffle us. As a young mechanic starting off I found myself frustrated quite often. After about 20 years it was rare to become frustrated with something.
I started reading the Honor Harrington series because my brother swore it was totally awesome. The first one was all right. The series went downhill from there.
I was getting more and more annoyed at the bad writing and horrible cliches when something happened that was so incredibly predictable and cheesy that I said to myself “I wish I were the type of person who would throw a book across the room, because I would totally throw this piece of shit across the room!”
So I thought “what the hell” and halfheartedly chucked it. It didn’t even hit the wall, but it did make me feel a little better.
“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.” - Dorothy Parker.
Oh, yes.
I got really mad at an external hard drive one time. I took it outside and beat it with a hammer then dropped it in a fountain on the patio. Very satisfying. I feel happy just remembering. Go ahead, admit that the thought of someone beating up a computer drive with a hammer warms some cold spot deep in your heart.
After a while I took it out because I was afraid some chemicals might leach into the water that was drunk by my cats and dogs, plus raccoons, skunks, opossums, and the occasional snake.
I have thrown and broken other things.
I come from a family with explosive, stupid tempers. Both my father and younger brother burned money at times because they were pissed.
EEK! :eek:
I’ve never done that. Even before I’ve thrown something in anger I have a moment of rationality when I decide whether I can live with the aftermath.
I once beat a lawnmower with a stick once after I’d pulled the cord six hundred thousand times and it still didn’t start. It was kind of like that.
Ah, that reminds me: a friend I was studying with in Scotland had to read and write on The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz by Mordechai Richler. He HATED it - no clue why. I would be with another friend and across the dorm quad we could hear him say “Fuck!” and throw the book against the wall.
On Halloween, at midnight, we tied/duct-taped it to a rock, doused it in Black Heart Rum, set it on fire and threw it off a bridge over a loch on campus.
That was fun.
There is a problem of logical inconsistency in the OP’s question.
For, you see…if an object has pissed you off, then it is NOT an inanimate object.
It has conspired against you; it has taken physical actions against you;
It has, indeed, forced its own will onto the world, thereby changing the very nature of existence, and re-arrranging certain physical objects in the environment *.
It therefore has become a sentient being , responsible for its own actions, and fully deserving of its own punishment.
*(such as my bumped forehead… After which, I fricking destroyed the door lintel with a hammer. (in a storage shed with a ridiculously small doorway)
I did smash a telephone after having a particularly frustrating conversation with my SO once. Hey, the telephone transmitted annoying things into my ear.
Years later, my friend was telling me how his girlfriend at the time would try and get a rise out of him (he’s not one who shows his emotions and she is much more spirited) and after a telephone conversation of her baiting him, he destroyed a phone too. I felt vindicated.
If you’ve never thrown a controller across the room in anger, you’re not a true gamer.
Back in the day when they were suuuuper popular, I had a Tamagotchi that I just could not keep alive. I was a crappy digital pet owner and at one point, I got so angry with my non-real pet that I ran over the damn thing with the car.
Golf clubs are evil. Thrown, snapped over your thigh, used to hammer your tee deep into the earth’s crust, drowned in deep water, snagged in treetops, bent around posts/trees. Proper throwing form includes the club making the whop, whop, whop sound of a helicopter as it flies through the air. Most golfers have multiple versions of clubs like drivers and putters that can be ostracized to a closet when possessed by demons.
I’ve thrown things against the wall before, but rarely hard enough to do any damage to them.
Yes, my wife once or twice.
…a joke, btw.
I’d forgotton about that… I do remember becoming quite agitated at a payphone once, the old booth kind that had a thick steel case, a stainless steel coiled cord and an incredibly dense plastic phone. I recall striking the phone with great velocity and brute force against the steel receiver several times, enough to where I began to marvel at the sheer durability of the device. I can’t remember exactly what precipitated the episode… I think it what when my then girlfriend, Morgan Fairchild, kicked my puppy in the testicles and promised free blow jobs to everyone exiting the county prison system that day.
Once as a teenager, I got really mad at some crummy sunglasses I had. I put them into my car door jamb and slammed it shut. Felt great!
When did you stop being physically violent to an inanimate object that pissed you off?