In the Navy, I was angry because my car failed inspection for a broken headlight. The anger was foolish since I had no notion at the time of how much the light would cost to fix (not much).
When the fellow told me, I slammed the car door with the window rolled down and was rewarded with a sound like a crystal chandelier falling on a cement floor. I was more angry at that point.
A carburetor that was the cause of a miss in an engine, took a two pound hammer to it. HEHEHEHE, a wave of glee washed through me, as I went to buy another. That carburetor would never aggravate another human again. Did the same thing to a wagner power painter.
I have broken a lot of things while angry.
Dishes seem to be the most handy things to break, as do vcr tapes.
The one thing that angered my husband the most was I hit his tool box with a hammer. It left a big dent in his $4000 tool box.
How did I miss this the first time around?
TV remote
VCR remote
Camcorder remote
Amplifier remote
Another TV remote
DVD remote
PS2 controller
Linen closet door.
Laundry room door (last Sunday :rolleyes: )
Acoustic guitar (that was fun)
An old bass
Threw cell phone through the wall (drywall)
My hand (the refridgerator wouldn’t)
Interesting…I always thought scenes in films of people breaking things when they were angry were fake. Guess I was wrong.
The thought of breaking something when I am angry has never entered my mind…guess that makes me weird.
I scream, swear and maybe leave the office/house/room and go for a walk…but breaking something? Nah…it would only make me even more pissed off when I had to pay to repair it.
A window
A cabinet door
Someone’s heart
Promises
My cable was on the fritz so I ripped the cablebox out of the shelf and smashed it to pieces with a bat.
<serenity now>
A room I was staying in once had a fire alarm that would go off at random moments. I knocked it off the wall with a baseball bat, then stomped it into little tiny pieces. Aaaahh.
A while ago I had a job that required us to talk over radios (walkie-talkie type things). I got a little upset and smashed it on the ground. Very satisfying, until I had to put it back together.
Add another PS2 controller to the list (Medal of Honor: Frontline)
Oh, and during my raging drunk days (which are happily behind me now) I once picked up a coffee table and tried to throw it through a wall. It only got about halfway, though.
Spent hours building a technic leggo JCB, and then for no apparent reason threw it at the floor smashing it to pieces.
My brother has put his fist through a wall.
Recently I was really pissed off at work, so I rammed the CD tray of one of the servers in very hard, breaking it. To this day no-one knows and thinks it just ‘failed’ of it’s own accord.
I seem to remember kicking the hell out of a malfunctioning mountainbike.
If it wasn’t for their sturdiness I would have gone through a good few keyboards over the years.
I once broke a door. With a hearty cry of “fucking bitch” I threw a telephone into a door, it was one of those old rotary western electric trimline phones, it broke the (hollow core) door but the phone was fine.
How does the new violin sound?
While I was a teenager:
[ul]Punched & kicked numerous holes in my bedroom wall.
Broke my closet doors by smasing them with a coatrack, which also broke.
Broke my hand in anger twice; first time by punching a cinderblock wall, second time by punching a block of cream cheese (I worked at a bagel shop) before it had completely healed.[/ul]
While I was old enough to know better:
[ul]Broke the glass in a picture frame after slamming the door. Almost all of the glass fell into the toilet. It was fun cleaning that particular mess up.
Punched yet another hole in a wall.[/ul]
My temper has gotten better. I prefer to think of myself as passionate.