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| JdDark |
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?
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| piggy |
heh, I punch things really really hard.. I once made a whole in the wall, not good, :stongue:
Recently, I went down to my basement and just punched a sandbag down there. |
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| 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. |
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| Linx_da_cat |
| 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. |
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| Linx_da_cat |
| 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. :p |
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| biznology |
| umm i usually do something else. doesnt matter what, but i can usually just forgive/forget| |
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| 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 ing 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 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 |
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| Dmatrox |
| 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. |
i wonder who "that" guy is. :rolleyes: ;) |
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| Dmatrox |
| 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 ing 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 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. |
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| ProDiGaL |
I try to let things slide,
"what begins in anger usually ends in embarrassment" |
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| Mr.Mystery |
| I usually kick my little bro around a bit ;) |
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