Yup…I’ve done that…Bea’s a babe, and the smell of poop…well, that just heightens the whole expirience.
Cough…blap…florn
Good Christ…the exact same thing happened to us a few yrs back with our daughter.
What a horror story. suffice it to say, nobody died that day, and my daughter made a full recovery.
To answer the question…I would snap if anybody screwed around with my family. Do anything to me…but hurt the ones I love, and I will break your bones and make you bleed.
I might even kill you. :eek:
I’m with all of you on the kids stuff. I can’t even describe the torments I’d visit upon anyone unfortunate enough to willingly harm either of my kids. I think it’s illegal to even write these things. Anyway, it would make Clive Barker look like childs play.
I’ve never really snapped… I mean really snapped. I came close, last year. I was visiting my Dad and he was drunk and getting abusive. He starts pointing his finger at me and poking me in the chest. I took every ounce of will I have not to just grab his finger and snap it right off. (I’m not violent in the least, but I do have issues with abusers and drunks… especially abusive drunks)
I kept my cool though. Gritted my teeth and told him to knock it off. I think he sensed, though his drunken haze how serious I was. I’m glad.
I think it would take a lot to make me snap. I am a guy, a tennage guy, but I am a lot more emotional than most. See, I have a heart. Since I am rather intelligent, sometimes some wiseasses try to make fun of me. I can usually brush it off, but when people who are older than me, i.e. should know better, bother me, I get very disorderly. I am hell on my family when I get mad, I sulk around and generally think about the joy I would get by killing that person.
I have it worked out the next time someone makes me snap. I read a little thing that describes me when I am mad:
I take all of my fear, hate, and anger
and put it in my hand.
I crush it
And when I open my hand, I have a diamond.
that diamond is rage.
I have diamonds in my eyes.
Then I would go into the usual uncaring emotional Achilles that comes with my rage. I would probably summon my strength and beat the hell out of the person like an animal. Kicking, punching, attacking the person when they were down, I would do enough that no one would ever bother me again.
I’m waiting.
I think the thing that would make me snap is a really upbeat tune… you know, the kind of tune that makes you want to get up and dance and snap your fingers to the …
oh, you meant that kind of snap…
Seriously, I’ll have to go with the vein of many of these posters, and say if someone was messing with any of my loved ones, I’m sure I’d probably kill someone. I don’t have any children yet, but I’m sure that I’d be the same way about my kids.
Maybe I’m weird, (big surprise) but I’ve never snapped. And I don’t think I ever will.
I’ve gone crazy before, but that’s different.
I don’t really snap I usually give myself a ‘talk’ like the “What is the worst thing that can happen?” and then list them. They don’t seem to bad then. I also grew up in a very loving family, and have a VERY loving fiance. I’ve only had one abusive boyfriend and I stopped that before it got out of control.
I suppose the closest I’ve come to snapping was at work. I work for an internet related company. It was x-mas time and out whole network was down. There was only two people, including me, answering customers phone calls. Everyone was buying our product, but it wasn’t working. All management was on vacation and I had over 25 poeple waiting to talk to me. They were waiting an hour and a half.
I couldn’t do anything, people were yelling at me. Everyone was asking me questions because I was the vetran on the floor. I started flipping out.
After an 80 year old man cussed me out. I got up and stormed out of the building screaming and pulling out me hair. I sat downstairs on the smoking patio until a manager came down and we ‘talked’. I don’t think I’ve ever been so stresses out. And there was nothing I could do!!!
Sue Dunhym, I know what you mean about going numb. I have been there too, and it’s not a good feeling.
I had an abusive boyfriend for a short time. It was verbal at first, then one night, he got physical. That was the one & only time I’ve ever snapped. I picked up a very large knife and started swinging it. I don’t know if I meant to kill him or not, really. I just wanted him to get the hell away from me. He tried to grab the knife, but he grabbed it so the sharp edge was facing his palm. He ended up slicing one of the tendons in his hand. I was sorry–for about two seconds. The cops came out, and after talking to both of us, they took him to jail. He got out a couple of days later, and due to a technicality (the cops that arrested him were from the wrong locality) he was released. I left him that night, and never looked back.
Since then, I’ve learned that most situations don’t require massive anger (note “most.” Sometimes, snapping actually is a good thing). I try my hardest to be reasonable when I get really, really pissed. It’s difficult, but I can usually do it.
Thank Goddess, no one has ever tried to mess with my kids, though. I think I probably would go completely off the deep end again.
Amen to this. After years and years of being teased, I don’t even get angry anymore. I just shut it all out. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I used to flip out on people, and at times I still do, but it’s not as bad anymore. When I realized that this hurt my loved ones (and I hate when people hurt my loved ones), I stopped hurting them and started hurting myself. I went for two months totally mutilating my body and degrading myself, but I figured as long as I wasn’t hurting anyone else it was fine. But then my friends found out about my self-injurty problems (you can only wear long sleeves for so long during the summer) and that just killed them. Luckily, I went on a mission trip to Costa Rica for two weeks that really turned me around. I’ve gone three weeks now without cutting myself, and it’s really made me and everyone else happier. And as for snapping, now I just try to laugh everything off. It’s hard but laughing does a lot on terms of cheering up.
People dissing God, my family, Smashing Pumpkins; and people who are mean to animals, that drives me crazy.
Done rambling now. :^)
I could/would kill someone if I snapped. And it would be easy. I’ve been close.
Someone hurting my SO.
Someone hurting my family.
Someone seriously hurting one of my best friends.
Someone abusing or purposefully killing my cats.
Someone sexually attacking me.
Someone purposefullly burning my house down.
It’s scary sometimes when I think what might happen if I lost it completely, because I don’t know any other women with more firearms and firearms experience than me. The snide news people would just sneer after the fact and say “well it’s no wonder - she had 6 different types of assault rifles after all!”
I HAVE snapped before. It was very bad, but no one got arrested. I don’t want to talk about it.
Gosh Anthracite, there is something so attractive about woman armed with 6 different types of assault rifles. It’s even more of a turn on when that woman knows how to operate said assault rifles. 
[slight hijack]My mom was a big shotgun buff. Damn fine shot too. When she passed away I had to go through her trophies. I don’t think there was a plate, bowl or cup in the whole house that didn’t have some sort of engraving on it. There were a lot of framed duck prints too. [/slight hijack]
I snapped once. I was at my job at a race track (harness racing) when someone grabbed me from behind. All I felt was an arm around my throat, when I heard a man say “DON"T DO ANYTHING”. So I followed my instinct and grabbed the arm with my hand moved it to my mouth and bit as hard as I could.
I was smacked upside the head, and the next thing I remember was being in the woken up by the maintenance guy surrounded by cops. I refused to go to hospital ( I just wanted to go home) but I did go to the police station and had a bite impression taken
Apparently I’d taken an entire chunk out of his forearm.
The weird thing was there was very little blood.
There you have it. You snap when your or someone else’s life is in danger.
Sorry to be so depressing.
It scares me but I know that under the right conditions I would kill someone and not be able to stop myself.
I have only snapped once in my life. 13 years old in 8th grade. There was this huge bully, by huge I mean the kid was BIG. He could cough up blood and flem on will and spit it on the blackboard. I shit you not. I was taking a drafting class and he was sitting next to me and so was his little band of lesser bullies (i know! straight out of the movies) I guess this made me an easy target because it was my turn to be bullied. For several days he harrassed me every second of the day, going out of his way to find me. One day I was walking down the steps to class and he was walking behind me and he kept trying to trip me and make me fall. We got to class and sat down and the tormenting continued.
Suddenly I snapped. Thats a good word. There was absolutly NO concious effort involved. It was as if I was being controlled by someone other then me like a marionette. Even my sight wasnt mine, it was just a blurr of color and motion. I jumped straight up so fast my chair went flying and in the same movement crushed this kids nose with my fist. I’m sure it was broken.
And then there I was, me again, standing there with my fists clenched, breath heaving, eyes fixed on his thinking… “Oh God, now he’s going to beat me to death” I kept telling myself to keep looking the part, dont act like your going to back down. Knowing full well I had no fight in me and would be crushed. Blood was running down his face and his eyes were tearing from the sting. He didnt come at me. Thank God he didnt come at me. I had fooled him by standing ground. He never tormented me again. In fact we became sort of friendly towards each other. 10 years later I saw him again as a full grown man. He was HUGE! We talked, he hadnt changed much. L
I was once afraid I would snap like that on an ex GF of mine and wouldnt be able to stop. She was mentally abusive towards ME believe it or not, constant. I would stand my ground and we would fight, the worst I would ever do was punch walls and doors and screem, I threw a chair once. (I never thought I would ever even do THAT in a relationship before her).
Then I decided she wasnt worth it, she wasnt worth the anger or any emotion at all. Our last fight I told her this, she escalated things farther to get a reaction from me. It turned to me standing a foot away from her grinning as I let her hit me without stopping her close fist to my temple about 15 times in rapid succession ending with her punching me in the nose. The whole time I was just standing there looking her in the eyes with a slight smirk on, knowing that she could never get me to snap because I no longer felt anything for her.
When she was done I told her exactly how I felt non emotionally toward her. I also told her that I now knew why her first husband beat her almost to the point of death one day. (I’m sure he snapped)
I no longer worry about snapping. That taught me that as an adult I now can contol my emotions without worry.
BTW the next day my head was throbbing and I was sore for a week. She was NOT a small boned woman.
Hey JBURTON In response to the original thread: “What would make me snap?” The treatment you received from the “authorities” after your daughter was injured would be enough to make me hijaac a SOHIO gasoline tanker truck and crash it into the F***ing Police station.
I’ve killed people in battle.
Looking back it was mostly the discipline of training.
Made the enemy make me mad just thinking about him.
I’m not as proud of it now.
I was close to it, believe me. After we left the hospital, my wife looked over at me and gave my a huge kiss. I looked at her and said what was that for. She just looked at me and said “that’s for not getting arrested”. LOL 
I was a little amazed myself, that i didn’t blow up in the e.r., but i just kept thinking of my daughter and the fact that i had to be there for her.
There were never any police involved, i just kept getting the 5th degree or a cold shoulder from the doctors and nurses, until they figured out that no funny business happened.
::tramping up the old wooden steps to the quad bell tower::
“God, I fuckin’ hate when they do it!”
::Setting down case, flipping latches, opening the top::
“They do it to torture me, make me angry.”
::screwing barrel onto the stock::
“Oh, yes. They know what they’re doing.”
::snapping on and adjusting sight::
“And they just keep taunting and taunting me!”
::slipping rounds into the banana clip::
“I’ve told them time and time again, but no! The keep…”
::inserting clip::
“…fucking…”
::slapping back the slide, chambering a round::
“…posting 'em!”
::leaning out the arch, targeting plump poli-sci, SDMB poster co-ed::
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
“Post a fuckin’ smiley now, bastard!! Look at you, brains all over the grass! Who’s smiling now, huh?!!”
BLAM! BLAM!
LOL Good one Chief!
hides from ChiefScott
Calm down, hon…
