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He'd been harassing me for days, and this time I just lost it. I picked up the ball, kicked it back at him and - complete fucking miracle - it hit him in the head, and he went down. I ran over and started kicking him as hard as I could, trying to get him in the head but he was protecting it with his arms, so I just put the shoe in wherever I could, and when I got sick of doing that, I started stomping & knee-dropping him. Eventually some other kids grabbed me off him, and he got up & ran away.
I don't have much of a temper, but I'll always remember that day because I honestly think that for a few seconds at least, I was trying to kill him. Even writing about it now, years later, I get a little surge of adrenalin. Definitely never lost my shit like that before or since. Fuck knows what would have happened if I'd had a heavy blunt object instead of just my fists & feet.
I have a angry at a bully basketball story. The dude was a tit, bullied people left and right for years. One day I got bored of his routine with me while playing B ball one day so found an opertunity while going for a layup one day and just slamed it into his face while he was marking me instead of scoring. He went down and just kinda ran off after that... I just played on: at my school at the time B ball and headers and vollies where kinda on a par, we just had a new basket put up, it was winter, we wern't aloud on the feild to play footy cos it was too wet, etc... A day later the dep head asked me into see him and made me write a sorry letter to the bully guy... But I had trouble remebering I slamed a ball into the kids face since he ran off so quick let alone wanted to say sorry for it. Even after he'd been a wang for years. But I had to do it the dep said so... No idea what I wrote in the end tbh, but I remember the kid trying to intimidate me while I was in detention writing the letter with a crew of bully kids. It was some kinda odd lame atempt tho since they thought teacher was lookin tho and that was about it. He didn't bug me after that and I bearly saw him after that, maybe I bumped into him years after when I was at college and heard he ended up in prision for a bit but you see him in the odd local pub sometimes now so I guess he got out, he's pretty polite too, well he was when he got rid of a crew of young lackies that where a bit punch happy in the local for a few years before they grew out of him... It was prob the angriest I'd got at that time when I twisted a layup into a kids face instead of an easy 2 points...
because a good op always goes first!! FUCK
that was a lesson learned.
that would have been when i got molested by a very very drunk man at a party.
I lost it and chased after them, ended up throwing broken glass in one of their faces and dragging another one's bike away-still wish I'd killed them.
Luckily a teacher intervened.
I was really getting into it at one point while they were in the room. one of my friends kept on tapping me on the head while I was playing and it was driving me more and more mental because I was trying to concentrate. It shouldn't have made me as angry as it did but I flipped. I started seeing red and started shaking in frustration and anger. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Stopped for a second and put it down. I have not been at that point since and that was about 10 or more years ago.
But anger is scary, it can make you do some silly things in the heat of the moment. I don't think I would have ever done anything with that knife but it still haunts me to think that I went into the kitchen with the intention of getting it.
some people don't think it's a real thing.
starting loling here, didn't stop until the end of the post
so I hauled her up and made sure she was ok and she thanked me for helping her. 10 minutes later she came up slapping me asking why i touched her up. Pretty annoyed so told her she was wrecked and was trying to help, few more slaps so I walked off. 5 minutes after this someone smashes me in the face, so I wail hom, turns out its her boyfriend whos been told I touched her up. Even after explaining the situation he goes for me, I completely lose it, drag him outside and two bouncers have to stop me from killing him. Still barred ten years later.
Or I get REALLY angry. There's little middle ground. I only flip out once every couple of years or so. Kicking holes in doors, breaking my knuckle punching inanimate objects and breaking my then best friends nose (he was being a sectarian cunt) are all various moments in a dubious history. Apparently I'm too calm most of the time. I must bottle it up.
my bf RIPPED UP OUR TICKETS CAUSE HE THOUGHT WE WOULDN'T NEED THEM AND IT WOULD BE CONFUSING TO HAVE THEM IN TACT FOR BOARDING AND TICKET INSPECTION.
I don't think I've ever heard something so stupid
i did once get so angry that i feel like i stepped out of my own body and had a very, scarily real desire to murder somebody. had they been within reach i have no doubt that i would have attempted to.
like somebody else said anger is real scary because it can make you do insane things.
and thinking about all the scary things I could do to it
I was having major financial troubles. I kicked the wall and my foot went straight through it. I now have to pay a fuckload. My life is just an endless list of bad luck, disappointments and defeats. Its not even worth getting angry any anymore.
To the outside world I'm polite and cheerful.
I wish I could switch my inner and outer monologue, just for a day.
...hey that moth just flew into my tea, what the fuckety fuck? You little cunt if you weren't already dead I would fucking kill you, you ruined my tea now you fucking stupid little flying moron from hell!!!
Oh yeah as I was saying...