Usually when I get upset with someone I get really nice to people. So, I dont have much to share with ya all.
TWO incindinces related tonight, occured… here they are…
This kid, we will call “b” B’s parents had a get together today, sure thing, my friend and I were biking around.
my parents were invited, cool
they were golfing, nice
there was a party With FOOD afterwards… sweet
my friend and I dropped by…
turns out, all of the people were YUPPIES with their cell-phones, beepers, pagers, and golf-shirts on…
I can’t stand yuppies
they probably used GPS’ to navigate around the golf-course…
ANYWAY,
The kid, near my age, is a b…ad person…
he started spraying me with a water bottle, told him to stop… grabbed a hamburger
he sprayed me again… got my hamburger, backpack (from riding) and my hat wet… THAT pissed me off…
he touched my hat… I never let anyone touch my hat…
I looked at him, and said you touch my hat again I’ll…
he touched it…
hmmm…
I was gonna pound the shit outta him at his own house, but instead I said “I’d punch you, but shit splatters”
first time I’ve turned down a fight, and hehe, it felt good…
'cause it was in front of all these doctors with their head so far up their ass they are declared missing
and walked away…
later tonight…
(remember, Yuppiers are on the top of my hate list, and these Doc’s were YUPPIES!!!)
one doctor was looking at a dog, and said “is it a female or a male?”
I said, Hell, you’re the doctor, if you can’t tell, how should I?
he looked at me, with big eyes, he said, I examine PEOPLE! not ANIMALS!
so I said, Well, that’s you fault, I respect Vets more than docs anyhow, he said Oh? I said yea, they have to be able to spay a cat one minute, and doctrine an iguana the next, you do the same thing over and over again, get paid too much, and maybe, just maybe, you’d drive better with that Durango better with your Cell Phone shoved up your ass!
(Believe it or not, he drives a Durango, and had a cellPhone clipped to his hip)haha!!!
I was One happy camper…
far as I could tell, I did nothing that I regret… controlled my anger through clenched teeth, squinty eyes, and strained smiles… and didn’t blow anything up… except of course… I was waiting for the right moment to through a blue Smoke-bomb in the fire…
** tracer, ** okay, “unhusband” need explaining?
‘un’ as a prefix means: ** not, opposite of, to release, free, or remove. ** ‘husband’ I would think was self explanatory. 
I’m in the same boat as Welfy. I did read your post, CnoteChris and I know it is a big problem–I’m working on it. Hubby and I have a punching bag now so that helps.
Like a few other people here, I have gotten to the breaking point and seen red and just lost it. However, I’m not a very destructive person, and when this happens (VERY rarely) I just scream incoherently. Hasn’t happened in ages. I can’t think of anything I have ever destroyed because I was so angry. I’ve certainly never attacked anyone. Except my sister. When I was about nine, I pushed my sister of the top bunk of my bunk bed. She was four, I guess, at the time, and just a horrific brat.
I wish things would change with time. Anyway…
A couple years ago, my sister and my dad - both of whom have ridiculously short fuses - had a terrible fight (I was away at college, so I didn’t see it, but I can imagine), my sister ended up on the front porch. My dad locked the door, and my sister banged on the window so hard that she shattered it and broke her hand.
Once, many moons ago, my mom and I had a fight that induced her to pick up a ripe tomato and throw it to the floor that I had just mopped. I told her, “I’m not cleaning that up” and walked away. I am not that angry a person, and generally stop fights before they start by staring in amazement at whoever wants to argue.
Walking out of a store, I spotted a perfectly able guy walking up to his van which was parked in a handicap space without plates or rear view mirror tag to denote its exemption. Having lived with a full quadriplegic at one time (and having saved his life from dysreflexia more than once), I thoroughly detest able bodied people occupying these parking spaces. Giving the guy the once over, I mentioned to him, “You don’t look very disabled to me.” His only response was a, “Huh?” this merely fanned the flames, so I reiterated, “You don’t look very disabled to me.” At which point he made some sort of lame snide remark. This sufficiently triggered the rage factor in me to retort, “On second thought, maybe you are disabled, MENTALLY disabled!” At this point the jerk started getting pissed off. I had gotten into my car and was starting to drive out of the parking lot, when I notice the guy following me in his van. He was motioning me to get out of my car so we could engage in the usual rite of the testosterone enriched. I drove through the lot a bit more and espied a police car with the officer inside writing a report. I pulled up along side and asked the officer to please instruct the jerk in the van about the illegality of parking in a disabled space without the appropriate placard. The cop motion the jerk to stop and asked him for his driver’s license. The guy responded, “ER… I don’t have it with me.” The cop then asked him, “Why are you operating a vehicle without a license?”. The guy’s face was falling faster than a glass jaw boxer can hit the mat. I told the officer, “Thank you very much, sir,” and proceeded on my way leaving the jerk to twist gently in the breeze.
The second time occurred when I was leaving the flea market. I had the turn pocket signal in my favor. While turning left, this girl in the opposing lanes, suddenly turns to the right and totally cuts me off. I hit the horn and her response was to hit the brakes so that I almost rear ended her. I tried to change lanes and again she jinked her car in front of me with the same near result. She then got onto the freeway in the same direction that I was going. I decided that it was time for a little educational process. I finally managed to catch up with her about a mile or two later. Her and her boyfriend were laughing and jeering at me, so I reached into the bag of vegetables I had bought at the market and brought up a nice cannonball head of cabbage. With my window down I lobbed it over the top of my car and slammed it into the side of hers. Watching her drop her smile like a live grenade was ever so teddibly, teddibly, gratifying.
Yesterday I threw the remote control, hard, at the TV screen (neither broke, because the angle deflected it), then threw my kids out of the house so I could read my newspaper in peace.
I instantly felt like a fool. My “excuse” was a long day with taking lots of shit from co-workers, bosses, traffic, and crazy (talk to themselves) stranger blocking the ATM.
Even after stating my excuse, I still felt like a fool.
There was alot of throwing in my family & it does not make sense to me. Cuz when you done later, you have to clean up the mess & pay for whatever you threw.
Darn!
I’m not sure I want to ever meet most of you insane, violent, probably-should-be-locked-up people!
Rage? Hmm.
In school I was quiet and shy and bugged by a bully for years until one day in PE, I snapped in the locker room when he started his usual jeering routine with me, charged him, he – surprisingly – ran, still jeering, until we came to a sharp bend in the hall. He didn’t make the turn as I slammed into him, knocked him into the wall and started to pummel him wildly. The coach (darn him) broke it up.
Once I put my fist halfway through a bedroom door.
I broke a few knuckles on a wall.
I attacked a girlfriend’s’ meddling ex-boyfriend when having a polite ‘chat’ with him resulted in him pushing me. We beat each other to a stand still.
Once, when drunk, went out with a shotgun and lots of shotgun shells with the vague idea of shooting at or around a girl friend who had that day, gotten pissed at me and went out with her ex-boyfriend. (I did not find them – luckily for all of us. I am not proud of the incident. It scared the crap out of me. I never grab a gun in anger anymore – even if and especially if I’ve been drinking.)
I wrecked a room mates electronic equipment and later, tossed him and his stuff out.
Deliberately screwed up a truck I drove for a company after the owner deducted $250 out of my pay for a thumb sized dent on it. I drove it real hard afterwards and accumulated something like $1500 in repairs that could have been avoided. (I could have had the thumb sized dent removed for $50.) I felt good about all of the repairs because he had to rent a truck for me to drive while mine was in the shop, at additional expense.
Took a chemical pressure sprayer – those 4 gallon ones you buy at Kmart for $8.00 – loaded it up with a solution of Jobs fertilizer and liquid iron and water. Snuck up to an ex-girlfriends place – who had been cheating on me long before I caught on – and sprayed bitch in big letters on her well kept lawn. About a week later, everyone in the neighborhood saw the word appear in rich, dark, fast growing grass on her lawn. (I was so proud.)
I have the longest fuse in the world. Really, I rarely get pissed, let alone, enraged.
Though I remember two years ago, something got to me and I freaked out and started yelling and jumping up and down. Nobody got hurt, and nothing was ruined or broke in anyway. I don’t have the energy to be upset at people, or act out on it.
Ah yes. Let’s not forget school. In seventh grade there was this guy. We’ll call him “Fred”. Fred stole a necklace from the locker room that belonged to another guy friend of mine and wore it to class the same day. (Stupid kid.) The principal was informed of the theft, yet did nothing stating that my friend could not prove that the necklace was his. In sixth period science, I confronted the kid and asked him where he got the necklace. Something about none of my business stupid bitch, go away. So after science class I confronted him again. He hit me in the shoulder with his science text book. Once. A few punches later, he was on the floor tasting my shoes. More kiddie jail adventures.
About three weeks later, upon returning from jail, a few of my female friends informed me that this girl, “Jenny”, was calling me various names including stupid slut, whore, bitch, blah blah. Apparently she had a little crush on “Fred” and was mad at me. As she was opening her combination lock, I punched her in the back of the head. It bounced a few times. I eventually got kicked out of that school.
I wouldn’t suppose that any of this really came from “rage”. Just violent behavior on my part. Ah, the joys of being young and stupid. :rolleyes:
I yelled at a woman at a ballgame because she made a stupid rude remark about my son.
I am normally a quiet shy person - but oh did she piss me off. Words were flying out of my mouth and I could not stop!
People that know me were sitting there with their mouth open, amazed … lol
Mess with my kids, and hell breaks loose.
I was playing James Bond Golden Eye for Nintendo 64 for about 4 hours with 3 other friends. We were playing in the multi-player mode where you hunt each other down and blast the hell out of each other.
My one friend was really good at this game and was pretty much mopping the floor with all of us. I on the other hand was second best so he would come after me first. After about 3 hours of him singling me out and wasting me I was getting pretty pissed. I started by yelling “leave me the f*** alone” and throwing my controller down. This small venting of rage was just not enough.
I spotted my Japanese sword leaning in the corner of the living room. I leapt over to it, pulled it out, and proceeded to cut my reclining chair to ribbons. Rage made the first two cuts sloppy so I thought if I’m gonna do this I might as well do it right. I calmed down for a split second then gave the chair two really good disemboweling slashes. One upward and to the left the second down and to the right. The chair spilled its guts allover the floor through its gaping x-shaped wound.
I quietly sheathed the sword, sat down and continued playing. It’s the best money I have spent on a chair to date.
Worst thing I ever did in a rage was punch out a window, getting a couple of teensy glass shards in my hand. Oooooo, tough guy.
I don’t get enraged very often.
These guys from (ex)work went over to another guy’s house who had been fired. They were playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater, and accidentally deleted the guy’s saved game, which had all kinds of top scores, and a finished game, and all tapes, and blah blah blah. He grabbed the controller, turned beet red, and with a grunt, tore it right in half.
Knowing this guy is what makes it funny. He’s about six foot tall, and can’t weigh more than 100 lbs. And he’s a whiner. Oh man, that’s classic. Grrrmph SNAP!
–Tim
this is what i have done in the grip of rage:
(not in chronological order)
>>threw a candle at the wall, and left a round dent in the wall
>>>threw a barbie into a wall until its arms broke off
>>>burned somebody with a hot lightbulb
>>>bent someone’s finbers backwards, enough to make them cry
>>Broke my sister’s finger
>>>kicked my cat for jumping on my foot and clawing me
>> have threatened to take a knife to a girl for not leaving my home after i threw her out, and slammed the door on her retarded face.
i have not beaten up many people , so i do not know how i would do in a fight.
I used to go into the woods behind my house and break off tree limbs.
Once, a friend got me mad, and I knocked him cold w/ one punch. Funny thing was, he was mad later, his parents thought he probably had it coming, and thanked me for doing it. (he was a pretty fucked up guy. Always high, wrecked their car four times, once broke into their house through the cupola on their roof (he had to saw through rafters to get through), and finally moved to Florida to live w/ his grandparents [actually, to get another driver’s license] where he promptly wrecked THEIR car. Unfortunately, that was the wreck that killed him.)
I usually try to avoid fighting and confrontation, but when I get angry, I get hysterical.
Two major things that stick out in my mind were:
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My dad and I having a fight, so I kicked him in the nuts. He vomited, had trouble walking for days afterwards, etc, etc.
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Mother’s Day a few years ago. I was extremely pissed off with my mum, I stormed into the house, kicked down her bedroom door which fell on top of her while she was sleeping in her bed. I stood over her and said “Happy Mother’s Day…”…
Mind you, I was only around 12 or so when I did this, so I can’t put it down to teenage angst.