Have you ever gotten really, really angry?
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I once got face-meltingly mad at the OP because he spilled Diet Pepsi ALL OVER MY BASEMENT CARPET AND BACKPACK! GWAHHHHHHHH! I screamed at him the whole time he tried to incompetently clean it up. What a useless klutz.
Well I'm usually pretty laid back but I recall one time when I did just snap. I was going back home one night and one of my friends was with me. She wouldnt shut up about something, some guy or the such. Typical girl stuff, she liked him but he was hanging out with me more, blah blah blah. Well she shouldnt stop dogging me so by the time we got to my door I spun on her, lifted her up by her neck and slammed her into the door and told her to shut up. I soon realized what I'd done and let her go but she had a nice bruised ring around her neck for awhile. I was rather proud of myself for not just flining her over the stair railing, I lived on the 2nd floor. I did feel bad, she was the shortest/smallest of all my friends and me being so tall she really stood no chance. Ah, good times.
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Once, it was for something extremely pointless too. I got splashed by someone purposefully while we were racing in boats. All the anger I had bottled up from various things (Primarily my German teacher) had poured out. I fucking jumped onto their boat, stole their oars, swam back to my boat and shouted "FUCK YEAH!".Omikron009 said:
Edit: I also shouted profanity at various times during this.
I don't regret it. That was absolutely kickass. Except my cousins (who were on the boat) got scared of me after that because I have never gotten that angry. I rarely every get angry, it's hard to bother me.
I have learned to tame my temper, since as a young man I used to lose my mind over things and go into incredibly alarming rages.
Once past the point of no return, I usually black out, and then come to a few minutes later. The scenes that greet me are never pretty.
But that doesn't happen so much anymore, unless I see violence towards women. Punched a tramp to custard once after he struck a fem-tramp. The police agreed with me though, I was commended, and he was arrested. Score one for spontaneous street violence!
Once past the point of no return, I usually black out, and then come to a few minutes later. The scenes that greet me are never pretty.
But that doesn't happen so much anymore, unless I see violence towards women. Punched a tramp to custard once after he struck a fem-tramp. The police agreed with me though, I was commended, and he was arrested. Score one for spontaneous street violence!
Some ************ kept pushing me, and I basically went HULK SMASH on his ass. I wailed on him, I'll tell you. I chased him, caught him, threw him against a wall face first, punched his face extremely hard a couple of times, smashed him against the wall (there was blood through his nose, mouth, and ears), threw him against the ground, stomped on him like crazy (mostly on the face), and stepped on his throat till he turned red.
I nearly killed the dude.
I nearly killed the dude.
Well, actually, yes, though not in the fashion you describe.
Let me lay out the scene for you. It's a fairly peaceful day in the trailer park I used to live in, I'm in the little park area that has some old wooden swing/slide sets in it, right? One of my old friends, name of James, he lived right next to the park area, is chillin' with me, and we're about to go over to his house to play some Resident Evil (we used to trade off the controller every time one of us died). We hear this kid, big kid, name of Brent Seargent (giving you his last name 'cause I don't care if you troll the fuck out of the shithead), riding his bike past the park. Well, he and I have never gotten along, mostly because I was a scrawny kid and he was a vicious bully, and he decided that today is "Beat Ryan Senseless Day" for no reason (I used to occasionally torment him because he was an idiot and I have little patience with his type, so some of the mild beatings I received prior to this were deserved.). Well, James is no bigger than I am at this point, so he splits to get his 'rents, but before he gets to his house, Brent grabs me and slings me into the side of one of the slides, sending me toppling heels over head onto my ass. He comes around and makes to stomp on me.
Let me pause for a moment here to explain my adrenaline response. I have a very strange adrenal gland, it sends hormones to my brain and increases the rate at which I process information (that's the way I understand it anyway) and sends endorphins(sp.?) throughout my body giving me immense stamina. Also, I don't fight like other people fight. I fight to kill my opponent in as painful a fashion as I can when I lose it. I break limbs as painfully as possible and maintain my grip on them. I keep hitting after hitting has done what it needs to do.
So Brent has his foot over my chest ready to start grinding me into the ground, James is still a hundred yards from his house and I'm on the ground. I grabbed his foot and, as I stood up, brought it with me so I'm behind him with the heel of his foot touching his rear-end. I kick him in the other knee to bring his head down to my level and tell him in the most threatening tone a ten-year-old can muster when speaking to a twelve-year-old twice his size that if he ever fucks with me again, I will break his legs.
He left me alone after that. You may feel my reaction was over the top, but I never fully lost it, even though he had been torturing me for five years at that point and I had a lot of rage at him boiling up. I can actually feel a bit of bile rising in my throat just typing this. I haven't seen this kid for almost seven years and I'm still pissed as hell at him. He made my life there hell until I proved to him that I could stand up for myself and I could do it better than he could bully me.
So yeah, that's the closest I've ever come to completely losing it. There's a long history of mild psychosis in the males of my family, so I keep myself on a pretty tight leash now.
Let me lay out the scene for you. It's a fairly peaceful day in the trailer park I used to live in, I'm in the little park area that has some old wooden swing/slide sets in it, right? One of my old friends, name of James, he lived right next to the park area, is chillin' with me, and we're about to go over to his house to play some Resident Evil (we used to trade off the controller every time one of us died). We hear this kid, big kid, name of Brent Seargent (giving you his last name 'cause I don't care if you troll the fuck out of the shithead), riding his bike past the park. Well, he and I have never gotten along, mostly because I was a scrawny kid and he was a vicious bully, and he decided that today is "Beat Ryan Senseless Day" for no reason (I used to occasionally torment him because he was an idiot and I have little patience with his type, so some of the mild beatings I received prior to this were deserved.). Well, James is no bigger than I am at this point, so he splits to get his 'rents, but before he gets to his house, Brent grabs me and slings me into the side of one of the slides, sending me toppling heels over head onto my ass. He comes around and makes to stomp on me.
Let me pause for a moment here to explain my adrenaline response. I have a very strange adrenal gland, it sends hormones to my brain and increases the rate at which I process information (that's the way I understand it anyway) and sends endorphins(sp.?) throughout my body giving me immense stamina. Also, I don't fight like other people fight. I fight to kill my opponent in as painful a fashion as I can when I lose it. I break limbs as painfully as possible and maintain my grip on them. I keep hitting after hitting has done what it needs to do.
So Brent has his foot over my chest ready to start grinding me into the ground, James is still a hundred yards from his house and I'm on the ground. I grabbed his foot and, as I stood up, brought it with me so I'm behind him with the heel of his foot touching his rear-end. I kick him in the other knee to bring his head down to my level and tell him in the most threatening tone a ten-year-old can muster when speaking to a twelve-year-old twice his size that if he ever fucks with me again, I will break his legs.
He left me alone after that. You may feel my reaction was over the top, but I never fully lost it, even though he had been torturing me for five years at that point and I had a lot of rage at him boiling up. I can actually feel a bit of bile rising in my throat just typing this. I haven't seen this kid for almost seven years and I'm still pissed as hell at him. He made my life there hell until I proved to him that I could stand up for myself and I could do it better than he could bully me.
So yeah, that's the closest I've ever come to completely losing it. There's a long history of mild psychosis in the males of my family, so I keep myself on a pretty tight leash now.
Coupla times at my dad. Full-on rage mode, fists pounding ever so close to his bedridden head. Being bedridden, the only thing he can do to make me angry at him is disrespect my mom who honestly does every single thing for him all the time.
I once took it out on a plastic chair (the nearest available) when I heard that our house had been looted (Iraq). Hole in the seat. I was all "grrrr, great, now my family's gonna yell at me", so I covered it up. 2 weeks later someone falls through it lol.
Oh, & when I was living in Iraq, one night I got an emergency call from my next-door neighbor (she was yelling that "they" got her husband in the garden & are telling her to open the door). "They" were none other than raiders who had broken in on us during our sleep recently & tortured us while robbing us. AK-47 was always next to me since then, I grabbed it & headed for my roof while alerting the house. I sneaked over to look into the neighbor's dark garden, & saw someone climbing over to our side. I was so blind with rage I didn't notice that he was a rather large fat man in his underwear until my finger was on the trigger. Luckily I caught myself at that moment. I never told anyone that I almost shot my neighbor. The raiders were gone into the dark streets (no electricity).
I once took it out on a plastic chair (the nearest available) when I heard that our house had been looted (Iraq). Hole in the seat. I was all "grrrr, great, now my family's gonna yell at me", so I covered it up. 2 weeks later someone falls through it lol.
Oh, & when I was living in Iraq, one night I got an emergency call from my next-door neighbor (she was yelling that "they" got her husband in the garden & are telling her to open the door). "They" were none other than raiders who had broken in on us during our sleep recently & tortured us while robbing us. AK-47 was always next to me since then, I grabbed it & headed for my roof while alerting the house. I sneaked over to look into the neighbor's dark garden, & saw someone climbing over to our side. I was so blind with rage I didn't notice that he was a rather large fat man in his underwear until my finger was on the trigger. Luckily I caught myself at that moment. I never told anyone that I almost shot my neighbor. The raiders were gone into the dark streets (no electricity).
Yeah, I nearly impaled my Dad on a fence once...no joke. We were having a barbecue and he was intentionally irritating me, and it got to the point where I couldn't take any more of it. I stood up, grabbed him by the neck, started to strangle him, then threw him into a fence, sending him into next-door's garden.