This. Actually, to be more precise telling me to calm down when I'm clearly fucking calm.I-Protest-I said:Telling me to calm down, I've actually fought over it.
Related to this: when I'm in a bad mood, I tend to close up, I become silent. And when people adress me, I am curt, although I do my best not to be blunt or rude, just curt (I am using the right words, right? English isn't my first language).
And then the harrassing starts: what's up? something wrong? was it something I said? you want to talk about it? was it this? was it that?
I still, curtly but politely, try to steer them off my back but some people only get encouraged by that.
And all this anger starts building up and I'm mentally assembling my words and positioning them for attack, and then they inevitably push me too far (because after a certain point, there's no hope they'll finally back off) and then a snide remark flies out, or worse, I flip the fuck out.
The snide remark is often reserved for people who are highly annoying with this, but don't yet know how much I hate that shit.
But the flipping out is for those who've known me for years and years and years and still haven't gotten into their skull that when I'm silent and brooding like that, you leave me the fuck alone.