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Posted by JdDark on Sep-30-2002 02:03:

HOw do you ...

Everyone here gets pissed or angry or annoyed so much that there temper rises above normal.

How do you control it? Do you Throw things? Beat people? Brake hard objects? Count to 10? Vent? Yell?

Posted by piggy on Sep-30-2002 02:05:

heh, I punch things really really hard.. I once made a whole in the wall, not good,

Recently, I went down to my basement and just punched a sandbag down there.

Posted by torontotrance on Sep-30-2002 02:05:

i knew a guy with a temper.....one day....he got so mad, he punched a brick wall.....ended up breaking his hand.....cured his anger problem tho. Normally i just go for a walk when i get really angry or i go take a nap.

Posted by Linx_da_cat on Sep-30-2002 02:05:

tryin' to start up a thread eh Jd? heh heh. well when i'm really pissed off i usually keep to myself and listen to some trance or play a video game with lotsa firepower so i can blow things up. otherwise i just chillax by myself for a while.

Posted by Linx_da_cat on Sep-30-2002 02:06:

quote:
Originally posted by torontotrance
i knew a guy with a temper.....one day....he got so mad, he punched a brick wall.....ended up breaking his hand.....cured his anger problem tho. Normally i just go for a walk when i get really angry or i go take a nap.

ahhh so that's where you got your brick wall cures aggression plan.

Posted by biznology on Sep-30-2002 02:09:

umm i usually do something else. doesnt matter what, but i can usually just forgive/forget|

Posted by Azareal on Sep-30-2002 02:23:

Story time!

2 years ago, during the last few weeks of semester on campus, I was busy taking some time off from a busy schedual of drawing naked ladies and drinking beer (art major here). Anyhow, I'm sitting at the Campus Cove in front of the big screen Marvel Vs. Capcom 2 they have set up. I'm kicking ass and taking numbers, and for some reason, I decide to look down at my feet.
Nothing there. It took me a second to realise that there should have been something there. My bag.
My bag with 96 cds. Dj headphones. A brand new discman. A digital video camera I had taken out from the computer lab. A digital still camera (from the same lab), and a still 35 mil camera. I also had a complete semesters worth of notes and a 200 $ textbook.
Needless to say, I freak out. My entire fucking life is pretty well in that backpack. Blood is rushing, adrenaline flowing, and I have nowhere to go, nothing to do. I flip, spin around, and punch a cement wall. The good news - there isn't any. The bad news? Over the loud arcade music and noise, I hear a snap. It brings me back to reality, and I realise that the bastard that took my backpack might still be around.
I rush out of the arcade, step outside, and across the field, I see some short punk running towards Cragie Hall with two black backpacks. I have (had a black backpack). I also (at 6'3) have long legs. I chase him down, knock him to the ground, and indeed - his one extra backpack is mine.
At this point, I'm straddling him, looking to break his face - he's waving an arm across his face, pretty well begging for mercy - claims he was taking this backpack he 'found' to the security offices. Chances of this being the truth? Zero - the security offices are right beside the Campus Arcade.
Anyhow, I want to kick the shit out of this guy - and I start laying a few punches, and realize that its hurting me like mad to punch. I look down at my hard - which by now is the size of a basketball, and step up off the sorry son of a bitch. I tell him that if I ever see him again, I'll prolly kill him. 6 hours later at the hospital, I get my hand rebroken (reduced) and slapped in a cast.
Suffice to say, I can't really say I learned much of a lesson. I couldn't draw for ages, and while I shouldn't have hit that cement wall, considering how much that backpack was worth, I can still see how it makes sense for me to respond in that way. Will I ever hit a wall again? Possibly - this time, I hope to lead with the left though.../

~Azareal

Posted by Trance-Canada on Sep-30-2002 02:28:

sometime you gotta do bad stuff but in a good way

Posted by Dmatrox on Sep-30-2002 02:35:

Posted by Dmatrox on Sep-30-2002 02:40:

quote:
Originally posted by Azareal
Story time!

2 years ago, during the last few weeks of semester on campus, I was busy taking some time off from a busy schedual of drawing naked ladies and drinking beer (art major here). Anyhow, I'm sitting at the Campus Cove in front of the big screen Marvel Vs. Capcom 2 they have set up. I'm kicking ass and taking numbers, and for some reason, I decide to look down at my feet.
Nothing there. It took me a second to realise that there should have been something there. My bag.
My bag with 96 cds. Dj headphones. A brand new discman. A digital video camera I had taken out from the computer lab. A digital still camera (from the same lab), and a still 35 mil camera. I also had a complete semesters worth of notes and a 200 $ textbook.
Needless to say, I freak out. My entire fucking life is pretty well in that backpack. Blood is rushing, adrenaline flowing, and I have nowhere to go, nothing to do. I flip, spin around, and punch a cement wall. The good news - there isn't any. The bad news? Over the loud arcade music and noise, I hear a snap. It brings me back to reality, and I realise that the bastard that took my backpack might still be around.
I rush out of the arcade, step outside, and across the field, I see some short punk running towards Cragie Hall with two black backpacks. I have (had a black backpack). I also (at 6'3) have long legs. I chase him down, knock him to the ground, and indeed - his one extra backpack is mine.
At this point, I'm straddling him, looking to break his face - he's waving an arm across his face, pretty well begging for mercy - claims he was taking this backpack he 'found' to the security offices. Chances of this being the truth? Zero - the security offices are right beside the Campus Arcade.
Anyhow, I want to kick the shit out of this guy - and I start laying a few punches, and realize that its hurting me like mad to punch. I look down at my hard - which by now is the size of a basketball, and step up off the sorry son of a bitch. I tell him that if I ever see him again, I'll prolly kill him. 6 hours later at the hospital, I get my hand rebroken (reduced) and slapped in a cast.
Suffice to say, I can't really say I learned much of a lesson. I couldn't draw for ages, and while I shouldn't have hit that cement wall, considering how much that backpack was worth, I can still see how it makes sense for me to respond in that way. Will I ever hit a wall again? Possibly - this time, I hope to lead with the left though.../

~Azareal

hey cool ya go to the same school as me. me first year sci

ive never been really really mad. I once punched a wall, but usually loud agreesive music helps for me or driving fast.

Posted by ProDiGaL on Sep-30-2002 06:48:

I try to let things slide,
"what begins in anger usually ends in embarrassment"

Posted by Mr.Mystery on Sep-30-2002 06:54:

I usually kick my little bro around a bit

Posted by Nadi on Sep-30-2002 06:57:

I yell, and I fight and get all worked up. Then once I'm done all my anger is gone, and I can deal with whatever happened while in a state of mind where I can make decent decisions.

Posted by TranceAllstar on Sep-30-2002 07:48:

when I get mad I just say some random words or look pissed.....if i get reallllly mad I punch something.....but I can control my anger easy

Posted by nekholm on Sep-30-2002 11:20:

I also punch things hard, and then my hand hurts. I once punched a door at my mom's place as hard as I ususlly do, and the next second there's a hole in the fuck'n door. Yea of course it could be because of my strenght (), but I think that the quality of the door sucked.

Posted by KilldaDJ on Sep-30-2002 18:23:

skateboard
sleep
drink lots of water or summin
take a showah
think of stupid things/bad smells
punch pillows

one or a mixture of above will work either way

Posted by Kirby on Sep-30-2002 18:27:

The person who said 'what starts in anger ends up in embarrasment' is totally right. That's how I usually go about thinking about it. But on the other hand, I'm also kind of shy so sometimes when I'm justified in getting angry, if I'm in a straight state of mind I'll just not do anything about it and silently seethe. Sometimes it takes that blinded, irrational fury to get a person to do something that they really should do anyway. Cause sometimes they're justified, like the guy with his records and stuff that was getting stolen...
:P

Posted by SpykeChyld on Sep-30-2002 23:50:

Well, if it's someone I'm pissed at I either make it my goal to scare the living shit outa them, without physical harm. If this doesn't work then we result to violence, but I havn't been in a fight since I knocked a kid out with a chair in 5th grade.

Anyway, if it's a situation or something else I'm mad at I either go running (I never run but when I'm pissed) or listen to Trance really friggin loud or smoke a whole hell of a lot of weed.

Saturday I was pissed and I went out to a club and danced my ass off. It helped so damn much, I was content when I got home.

I have a friend, Tim, that punches shit when he's pissed. He's the reason I don't. The kid has put a hole in his wall, a door of his old apt., Has punched his window out, and has put a huge dent in the side of his car. He's tough as fuck, but his 2 broken hands and 1 fracture has stopped me from hitting shit.

Posted by cHiLD on Oct-01-2002 01:19:

I used to get so violent when I got mad that my parents put a puching bag in my room. So now I just use that. It doesn't hurt quite as much as walls although I have busted my knuckles open a couple times.

Posted by davinox on Oct-01-2002 01:21:

i think myself out of it.

Posted by Essential1 on Oct-01-2002 04:29:

I usually take my anger out on the little retarded kid who lives on my street. he's a quick little ****** too!

Posted by Veldrid on Oct-01-2002 05:29:

I go downtown and stab homeless bums... no one gives a shit about them anyway.

Posted by Tranzmit on Oct-03-2002 02:37:

I've got a long patience which is good for me because i'll get annoyed but i just know that no good comes from losing your cool usually. In fact i've only lost my temper once

I was travelling through India with my girlfriend Kristy doing volunteer work. We were staying at this american family's home and they had these bunch of sons that were the most arrogent and irritating bunch of little shits. They were insanely ignorant and and so pro american it was really annoying. (i'm not particularly anti-american btw). They all thought they were so cool etc etc

Anyways my girlfriend ended up getting a crush on of them, he was pretty good looking but he was only 15 though he looked like he was 19 or something. A real pretty boy

I really loved my gf a lot and we had a pretty open relationship in that we both were open sleeping with people or having threesomes as long as it wasn't a problem with the other. So she asked me if she could something with this guy but i really wasn't happy with it. Could have been that this guy was a real jerk or an immature tosser but he bugged the shit out of me. So i said no....

Well i find out that they did anyways without my approval which pissed me off so badly that i didn't talk to her for a week. this guy came over to try to talk to me and i got so angry at him and so frustrated that i picked him up by the throat and threw him across the room.

the first and the last time i lost my temper really badly but i was angry as fuck