I mean, not just upset or pissed off, but I mean post-office type snap. What do you think would totally drive you over the edge, to such a point that you would go on a murderous rampage?
Note: You do not have to be serious if you don’t want to (I wasn’t expecting seriousness from you people anyways)
I ** have ** snapped a couple of times, it was very surreal and frightening.
The first time I was ten and my father drew back his fist to beat me again, it was nothing he hadn’t done a hundred times before. But this time something in me snapped, and I lost my mind, I had to have been insane, I was frightened to death of this man. It was like I was outside my body watching what was happening. I could see and hear everything, but I wasn’t involved. Strange. I drew back my own fist and said “You aren’t going to beat me this time”. Believe me, I would never have had the guts to do that in my right mind. What’s funny is he didn’t beat me that time, he made me kneel on unpoped popcorn for a couple of hours, but he didn’t beat me. I’m surprised he didn’t kill me. I never did that again.
The next time I had been being pushed by this person ** all day ** , mouthing off and being a total snot, and I had the same, out of body, standing off to the side watching, but with no control over the situation. I slapped her. I have never forgiven myself for that, she was my fourteen year old niece.
I hope I never have that experiance again. It is just too strange and too dangerous.
Well, I had a dream that I came home early one night and found my girlfriend in bed with some guy. I knocked his ass out and threw him off my 4th story balcony onto the sidewalk. He died a horrible death. The cool thing is, I then calmly called the police, told them that I came home and my live-in girlfriend was acting all freaked out, so I looked out the window and saw the dead naked guy and then decided to call the police and could they come over to find out what was going on?
They did, so did a detective, and since there was no sign of struggle, and since I called them they couldn’t detain me for lack of evidence.
My girlfriend told them that she was cheating on me, but had felt bad about it, so after the lovin’ she told the guy it was over and so he jumped to his death, overcome with grief.
Anyway, the point is, I think that if I ever caught my girl like that, I would snap. I mean totally lose it.
I wouldn’t touch her.
I’d just leave.
I’d get in my car, and drive the 400 miles to her families house. I’d kill her mom, her dad, her sisters, her brother, her fish, her cat, even her dog.
Then I’d either drive back and find the guy, skin him, and drive across the northern states wearing his skin as a slicker until the cops found me and plead insanity, or I’d drive back and act like nothing happened.
I’d tell her that I had to go to a friends house and cool down but I decided to forgive her. When she told me about her family, I’d act concerned and stuff, and try to be comforting.
Weeks later, when the cops find her decomposing corpse in a pool of gasoline in my bathtub, they’d have a nice suprise as I would have scraped the adipocere off the top of the pool and used it to make napalm and rigged it with enough ANFO to blow all of them pigs to hell with me, since I would be sitting on the bomb in my grandmother’s wedding dress, masturbating with my own feces to a naked picture of Bea Arthur.
But that’s just me.
<put this in the “not serious” category, will you?>
Domestic violence. Its getting close. I’m done with people hitting their supposed loved ones. Only the fact that the abusers are usually bigger and a lot meaner than I am has kept me from it so far. (Its okay, I call the police. generally makes me feel better. They have guns, which I think evens the score a bit.) This is why I don’t own a gun. It woudl be way to easy to negate that whole bigger/meaner edge and get in a lot of trouble. Damn waiting period…
For not so serious offences: waitstaff screwing up my order. I tip well, behave nicely, speak clearly and respectfully. Is it all that hard to write down not to put onions on my food? I’ve been a waitress, its rough stuff, mistakes happen. However, as the person paying for the food I get to order it my way, and I would like you to please write it down, so that I get what I order instead of your interpretation of what I ordered. This is not an art class, its a job. All I ask. I tip an extra 5% if I get drink refills in a timely manner.
I’ve nearly sanpped a few times thanks to my little brother… me and him never got along well and after Dad left everything got worse… I’ve nearly destroyed the tv a time or two and believe me sometimes if I didn’t leave the house I probably would have killed him or done some major damage… (and of course we didn’t want that now did we?) Thankfully in recent times my temper has cooled… or my brother doesn’t get to me anymore… whichever it is me and him get along better and at least we don’t destroy the house with our tempers. grins
For me that’s an easy one. Anybody messing with my kids, and i don’t mean just the normal he doesn’t like me anymore crap.
Lemme give you an example. My daughter is gonna be 6 in 2 weeks. 3 years ago she got out of the tub soaking wet, took a step and did a split. At least that’s what we think happened. I was at work at the time, and my wife had just left the bathroom to answer the phone. My daughter never cried, just came into the room with my wife all smiles. My wife looked at my daughter and just plain screamed. What had happened was she basically gave herself an episotomy <sp?>, split herself from one hole to the next and was bleeding big time. My wife took her to the hospital, and they refused to see her because of her age and what they thought at the time was sexual abuse and didn’t want to get involved i guess. They sent my wife and daughter to the local ob/gyn and they said that because of her age, we would be better off going to the children’s hospital in philly. So at this point my wife finally gets around to calling me at work and explaining what was going on. I told her i’d met her halfway to the philly hospital, because of timing, it would be better that way.
We finally get to the philly hospital and they take my daughter back into the e.r. but told me that i was NOT allowed back just yet. Wanna talk about pissed off! I kept my cool, went outside to cool down and smoke a cig. I came back in, and the nurse goes, “oh, that’s where you went. the doctor says you can go back now if you wish”. I repied as nicely as possible, “Fucking straight i wanna go back”. I looked at the doctor and asked what the big fucking idea was, not allowing me back here right away. Doctor Ky Jelly, proceeds to tell me that it was for everybody’s protection in case it was child sexual abuse case that i remained out of the e.r. I looked at Dr Jelly and said “well is it?”, he replies that it wasn’t, and i said “that’s good, that means nobody is gonna die tonight.” I was very close to going a rampage right then and there.
I used to have a temper. Now I don’t. I was a small kid, couldn’t take on anyone. So I would hold that rage, bottle it up inside of me, smashing it into a tight little ball deep inside.
I don’t get angry anymore. Things don’t bother me. Maybe they do. I don’t know. I sure don’t show it.
It frightens me. What will happen when I do get angry? I don’t know. I don’t want to know.
–Tim
Lex, that was comically scary and scarily funny.
I have snapped. Not violently, but emotionally.
My ex-prick (okay, ex-husband :rolleyes:) was abusive in every sense of the word.
One day, we got into a fight while I was in the shower and he reached in and turned off the cold water. Not wanting to get scalded, I immediately turned off the shower so the hot water was only pouring out of the faucet.
I stood there, naked and wet, while he proceeded to take everything within reach and dump it on me. Shampoo, conditioner, mousse, saline solution, liquid soap, hair gel, the works.
::Maybe this is better suited for “Most Humiliating experience.”::
I was outraged when he attempted to scald me by turning off the cold water, but when he seemed to take joy in the humiliation of me, I think I lost my soul.
I’ll spare you the details of my “blue period,” suffice it to say that I was close to certifiable…they just didn’t think I was suicidal. 
Now, I’m a rock.
BUT, if your screw with my kid, I’ll unleash a whole new kind of whoop-ass on you.
I used to lose it a lot as a child (Usually cuz of something my mom did. We don’t get along that great). But I just remember doing it a few times, I don’t remember the specifics.
But things that would make me snap now:
If ANYTHING happens to my BF. I mean anything. If he was badly injured, maimed, or killed, I would lose my mind. I know for a fact that any semblence of sanity I have would be gone.
If anybody messed with my sisters. I may annoy/tease/pester/injure them, but nobody else had better try it.
Sue, when you say you’re a rock, does that mean that nothing will make you angry anymore?
I think there’s something about the human animal, that after a certain point, it cannot be bothered. It just shuts that part of itself down.
I know it’s gone in me. Yeah, I get irritated sometimes, check my pit thread. But not ever angry. I can’t. I’m afraid I’d kill someone.
The only thing that gets to me now is someone hurting the people I care about.
–Tim
My employer would probably have done it, had not news leaked before the event. Basicly, they’re killing the contract I’m on a month early, and weren’t planning on telling anyone till they were ready to hand them layoff notices. I was planning on going on vacation when the contract ended, now I’ve got to come up with an extra month’s pay beforehand. No problem finding another job, but my girlfriend already has the week off and will go postal herself if we don’t go anywhere. My only shot is if I can transfer to another contract when this ends, but that’s really not the company’s style.
Oh, and one more customer that calls at 5pm PST and expects me to overnight him a part…
I’m with pepperlandgirl on this one. My mom is the only one that can get to me to the point where you could say I’d snap. I haven’t actually gone that far I don’t think, but I do have a habit of screaming around her. She just knows exactly how to get under my skin.
Oh no, I get angry. You might even say that I am angrier in general.
What I meant was that I will not tolerate another person influencing (in a negative way) my attitude, my disposition, my life. I am a rock, my own rock…steadfast in my beliefs and happy with my new life.
I agree with you about shutting down, at some point you can become numb. The problem with that is (and maybe you should try to work through this) that you shut yourself down from everything…pain AND joy. I know it’s a cliche but it’s true, you can’t experience the wonder of life, love, without knowing the other side.
I wouldn’t be so deleriously happy right now if I didn’t experience sheer hell. Knowing and experiencing the difference is the best part.
I have been asked if I would have done anything different in my life, had I known then what I know now. My answer is always no. Everything I’ve experienced has led me to where I am, and I couldn’t be any happier.
Well, I could stand to lose five pounds…
I agree with Sue. Don’t ever ever mess with my kid or I’ll go off the deep end and rip your face right off your body.
Having been at the receiving end of some really abusive psycho guys’ “issues”, I’m pretty much at the point where I’m almost emotionally shut down. I try very hard just not to really give a crap about much of anything. I can’t take the emotional toll or the pain. So no, I dont’ really “snap”. Not over anything save one.
As Sue and Sue (?? Oh you figure it out!) said above, don’t mess with my son. That will get you killed.
I will be serious…for someone to sexually assualt and/or murder one of my children, one of my darling sisters or my mother. I don’t believe anything else would make me go on a “rampage”. I would also be able to defend myself or anyone of these beloved people to the death if I had too against an attacker. I have nothing but sympathy for the families of victims that must sit by and sometimes watch people who commit crimes like this go free. I cannot honestly say that I wouldn’t go off the deep end and take justice into my own hands.
Needs2know
I was a horribly painful, ugly, awkward child. Janet-Reno glasses, weird orthodontic devices, giant boobs at the age of 11, hand-me-down clothes from my rich private school cousins worn to a rural public school, horrible acne, bad perms, nascent obesity, you name it. Riding the schoolbus each day was extremely traumatic with constant tauntings (if you knew my real last name it would definitely help you understand), hair-pulling, stealing my book-bag & playing keepaway with my things - Plus I would usually stand up for the other painful kids who got picked on, which made me an even bigger target.
One day a bunch of big kids held me down and tickled me and tickled me and tickled me and tickled me. I yelled for help, I cried, my glasses got knocked off, my orthodontic device fell out of my mouth onto the floor, and the tickling made me wet my pants. My torturers coudn’t help but notice my incontinence, so they backed off and held their noses and called me more names. One of the kids found my retainer and went to throw it out the window, and I snapped. I launched myself at him, and in the tussle I bit him and kicked him in the balls, which made him cry.
The bus driver, good old Elsie Esches, who had done nothing the whole time I was getting tortured, stopped the bus and kicked me off for fighting. I had to walk home a mile, without my retainer & glasses, in my urine-soaked jeans & socks, and explain to my parents what happened to me. Oh, and did I mention it was raining? As Elsie drove off, I gave her the finger. I had the opportunity to collect my belongings and my notice of in-house suspension (where you spend three days of school in the padded room) from the principal’s office the next day. My crime? “Insubordination.” Yeah, I gave the finger to a fleeing bus.
My mom was so angry and ashamed that her daughter had flipped off a “school official”, as she put it, that I got in huge trouble. During her lecture - apparently when kids picked on me, I was supposed to ignore it in a lady-like manner and behave - my sense of injustice grew until I sort of snapped again. Why was I the one in trouble? I said something mouthy to her, and she started slapping me with a wooden spoon that she’d been stirring with - it was covered in batter. I snapped - grabbed the spoon away and raised it to hit her back. And then I burst into tears and ran outside. She never hit me or brought it up again.
Ayesha, Sue, my heart goes out to you both. Stay strong.
I’m a big fan of teaching kids how to and when to use violence. The sad fact of the matter is that school officials are generally too scared to get involved with the crap that kids do to each other. And there is no way I’m going to allow my child to suffer the crap that I used to go through in school.
I think it comes from the first time I snapped in grade school. I was in music class, and we were standing up and sitting every song. The kid in back of me decided it would be funny to yank my chair away every time I sat down. I caught him the first three times he did it, but the fourth, my foot didn’t quite keep the chair under me and I fell. I got back up, turned around, and leveled him with a punch to the jaw. Later, the music teacher said she’d seen the whole thing, but didn’t stop it because I “was handling it so well”. I got suspended, but it was the best punishment I received, as much of the taunting stopped, for a few years at least. Then I got into Jr high, and there were people who didn’t know about the punch, and it all started again. Ended the same way… I finally snapped, and leveled a guy. No one wanted to tease me after that.
Lesson: Swift and terrible violence makes people want to leave you alone.
On the other side, if I ever found out my kid was being a bully, I’ll remind them that it isn’t fun to be picked on by someone bigger. (I still hope this is a moot point for many years yet)
Poor Sue is confused. 
First, it’s THE Rock.
Second, STONE COLD has the can of whoop-ass. :rolleyes:
I have a short fuse, mainly from bottling up most of my anger during my childhood and adolescent years. A lot of it was unleashed during my AF years when those of us stationed on base would get into barfights with those who who only there for tech school. (It was our club, we paid the club dues, we had club cards, who the hell did these punks think they were anyway?)
I have since learned to control it a little better, but I am still quick to verbally snap at someone and when I get angry I will go somewhere alone and try to control myself. This sometimes backfires, when instead of calming down, I just sit and fume and the anger builds into a quiet rage. At this point, be careful what you say or do around me. I haven’t hit anyone in anger for over 5 years and I doubt I’ll ever do it again, but depending on my mood and what has happened previously in the day, I am very liable to snap on someone for a relatively minor reason.
The most recent example of me snapping violently was probably about 2 years ago. I was visiting my family in KY, and as my cousin Chris and I were walking home from the local convenience store, we saw a couple boys about 15 or 16 giving cigarettes to my 13 year old cousin Ashley and 12 year old cousin Jake. Chris is protective of his neice, and I’m about as protective of her as I would be of a little sister. We ran over, grabbed all their cigarettes and knocked the boys to the ground. (I am a smoker myself, but wouldn’t want to see any other member of my family addicted to it if I can help it.) I really really really really wanted to beat the crap out of them (she’s only 13, take those hormones elsewhere! and Jake’s only 12, of course he wants to be cool like the older kids!), but Chris was able to remind me that I had 10 years, about 50 lbs on them and military hand-to-hand training and I could hurt them if I lost my composure. I think the fact that Chris (22 at the time) was having to calm me down scared the kids enough without having to give them an additional ass-whoopin (plus it is a real small town, so it’s pretty common knowledge around there that I used to work for AF Intelligence, making the hand-to-hand training that much less of a threat than a reality to the people there). Ashley was mad at me for weeks cuz she thought one of the boys was cute and now he won’t talk to her.