lol when i was younger, this happened all the damn time. I kicked the shit out of my best friend often. nowadays though I am extremely calm and almost never lose my temper.
Ever lost control?
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Ever had to deal with a bully?Ever broken your hand in frustration,slamming it against a desk because that ticker up there isn't compelled enough to bludgeon him over the head with a 10 lb. textbook or in general honor or no,fighting him for fear of losing control?Ever do it in front of an entire class,bully included just so that you do not hit him?I have lost control.I'm just too crazy to hurt anybody when I do.
I know I was a mean little kid and since got way better about controlling myself, but lost it once in my sophomore year and just got raging pissed at a guy who'd been pushing and harassing me and my best friend and at the time girlfriend constantly to the degree of stalking and when he ran up to us walking home he said something and I just snapped. Really quickly I had his throat in one had and was ready to throw him into the busy street. Thankfully my friends pulled me off him; possibly the only thing I really regret doing. All following rages have been take out against some now very sad walls.
I used to. But I'm quite pathetic physically so it never really worked, I was always the kid that ended up looking like a spaz when I flipped out, and getting put down.
Not that that used to stop me. Now however I'm pretty laid back and tend to laugh stuff off. When it's directed at me I tend to try and get away from the situation, and I've been lucky never to be really bullied. However, when it's a friend I've been known to jump in without thinking.
Last time was when I was 14 and a guy in the yar above and a foot taller than me sucker punched my friend, next thing I know I'm on his back and choking him. Threw him on the floor and yelled something about stamping on his face when I realised he was crying, turns out I'd crushed his windpipe a bit and he couldn't breathe. Anyway, that brought me back to my senses, and a good job it did, I think him and his friends surprise is the only thing that stopped me getting my ass beat. He had about 6 mates backing him up, and there were only the 4 of us, and they were all bigger and in the year above. Anyway, gave him the look of death and beat a hasty retreat.
A similar thing nearly happened a year or so later, but the guys involved had a reputation for getting retrebution alone. And were also known to carry knives. I've since learnt to only get physical when it's absoloutley nessecary. I do however often plan exactly how I'd finish someone if they ever crossed a line. Right down to timings and how to conceal the weapons. I like to think that if I ever needed to I could do someone serious damage without them being able to do anything. Cowardly I know, but them's the breaks. It's what helps me not get into trouble.
Not that that used to stop me. Now however I'm pretty laid back and tend to laugh stuff off. When it's directed at me I tend to try and get away from the situation, and I've been lucky never to be really bullied. However, when it's a friend I've been known to jump in without thinking.
Last time was when I was 14 and a guy in the yar above and a foot taller than me sucker punched my friend, next thing I know I'm on his back and choking him. Threw him on the floor and yelled something about stamping on his face when I realised he was crying, turns out I'd crushed his windpipe a bit and he couldn't breathe. Anyway, that brought me back to my senses, and a good job it did, I think him and his friends surprise is the only thing that stopped me getting my ass beat. He had about 6 mates backing him up, and there were only the 4 of us, and they were all bigger and in the year above. Anyway, gave him the look of death and beat a hasty retreat.
A similar thing nearly happened a year or so later, but the guys involved had a reputation for getting retrebution alone. And were also known to carry knives. I've since learnt to only get physical when it's absoloutley nessecary. I do however often plan exactly how I'd finish someone if they ever crossed a line. Right down to timings and how to conceal the weapons. I like to think that if I ever needed to I could do someone serious damage without them being able to do anything. Cowardly I know, but them's the breaks. It's what helps me not get into trouble.
I was involved in several fights in my mid- to late teens, but I never lost control there. I was stabbed a couple times but I actually could feel only something resembling sadness. E.g. the first time I was fighting with this neonazi kid, I dropped him and then got all noble (read stupid) and considered the fight was over since he was laying on the ground. Dude got his knife and stabbed me in the leg, and all I can remember was this feeling of betrayal, like man we were having a nice, clean fist fight, how have we come to this?
I have only lost control once. It's, in fact, the only time I have started a fight. My girlfriend's (at that moment) little sister was raped by this rich kid douche bag who in fact behaved as if nothing could touch him. I saw him outside a bar and he was actually bragging to his friends. It was weird because I remember the whole thing as if I was looking from outside myself. I beat the crap out of him, and it took three friends of mine to stop me and drag me out of there, one of them had to punch me a couple times in the face to have me understand the police were coming.
It's also the only time I have done something really bad (although I must confess that still today I don't really fell like it was that bad) and gotten away with it, as it happens I had something like 20 people who swore I was actually miles away from the incident.
And, in case you ask, turns out the bastard was not that untouchable and he ended up in jail, where I know he got to experience rape the other way around. And I'm sorry but I feel good about that...
I have only lost control once. It's, in fact, the only time I have started a fight. My girlfriend's (at that moment) little sister was raped by this rich kid douche bag who in fact behaved as if nothing could touch him. I saw him outside a bar and he was actually bragging to his friends. It was weird because I remember the whole thing as if I was looking from outside myself. I beat the crap out of him, and it took three friends of mine to stop me and drag me out of there, one of them had to punch me a couple times in the face to have me understand the police were coming.
It's also the only time I have done something really bad (although I must confess that still today I don't really fell like it was that bad) and gotten away with it, as it happens I had something like 20 people who swore I was actually miles away from the incident.
And, in case you ask, turns out the bastard was not that untouchable and he ended up in jail, where I know he got to experience rape the other way around. And I'm sorry but I feel good about that...
When I was in the military I had a horrible day of work, lost it, and went home and demolished the botton drawer of the locker I had while screaming obscenities and tossing random items around the room of the barracks. Military life gets to you on many, many levels and unfortunately on that day...I just had to let loose. Bad decision in retrospect, but man...the way chain of commands work, the horrible degree to which people try to psychologically fuck with you, and the fact that some are just so heartless about everything just eventually makes you snap here and there.
Thank God nothing "bad" happened as a result of this.
Thank God nothing "bad" happened as a result of this.
Not in anger, no. I tend to get extremely tranquil when I am that furious.
I have sort of had these weird paranoia attacks that I can't really remember that well, though. Not for a few years now, but back when I was just coming into my teens. I vaguely remember backing myself into a corner in my room and being extremely terrified of everything.
I hear I sometimes armed myself and attacked people who came too close, but thankfully I was too puny a kid to do any real damage. I don't think we ever sought any help, I just sort of kept regaining clarity every few days until it stopped entirely.
This happened intermittently for days at a time until I was about fourteen. Then they kind of just stopped.
Still not sure what set them off.
I have sort of had these weird paranoia attacks that I can't really remember that well, though. Not for a few years now, but back when I was just coming into my teens. I vaguely remember backing myself into a corner in my room and being extremely terrified of everything.
I hear I sometimes armed myself and attacked people who came too close, but thankfully I was too puny a kid to do any real damage. I don't think we ever sought any help, I just sort of kept regaining clarity every few days until it stopped entirely.
This happened intermittently for days at a time until I was about fourteen. Then they kind of just stopped.
Still not sure what set them off.
Yeah, I've lost control.
It was high school, and I went to a high school (that will remain nameless) that was basically the hellhole of the area.
Anyways, I hung out in a group of my friends... but one of my friends was friends with a huge douche, whom we called "Crazy Carl", due to him stabbing several people with pencils, in class.
Well, this guy had it out for me, for some reason, and one lunch, he was just relentless, insulting me, my mother, the whole nine yards. I was VISIBLY shaking, and extremely upset (as a friend pointed out to him). Well, lunch ended, and as I was walkig to class, just ahead of me was Carl, and he was STILL talking shit, looking back at me and laughing. I lost it.
I kinda... blacked out, I guess, because it's not really clear to me what happened. But apparently, I snuck up behind him, jumped on his back, and started punching him in the head. I was totally out of control.
In fact, someone grabbed me, and got me off his back. I was still so enraged, I turned around to punch them in the face... and it was a female friend of mine. I just BARELY got control of myself before I punched her.
From then on, I've always tried to never lose control again. I never want to hurt anyone close to me.
It was high school, and I went to a high school (that will remain nameless) that was basically the hellhole of the area.
Anyways, I hung out in a group of my friends... but one of my friends was friends with a huge douche, whom we called "Crazy Carl", due to him stabbing several people with pencils, in class.
Well, this guy had it out for me, for some reason, and one lunch, he was just relentless, insulting me, my mother, the whole nine yards. I was VISIBLY shaking, and extremely upset (as a friend pointed out to him). Well, lunch ended, and as I was walkig to class, just ahead of me was Carl, and he was STILL talking shit, looking back at me and laughing. I lost it.
I kinda... blacked out, I guess, because it's not really clear to me what happened. But apparently, I snuck up behind him, jumped on his back, and started punching him in the head. I was totally out of control.
In fact, someone grabbed me, and got me off his back. I was still so enraged, I turned around to punch them in the face... and it was a female friend of mine. I just BARELY got control of myself before I punched her.
From then on, I've always tried to never lose control again. I never want to hurt anyone close to me.
Yeeeessss...use your aggressive nature, boy...let the Hate flow through you...do not hesitate. Show no mercy. And soon, your transformation into the Dark Side will be complete.
OT: I lost conscious control of my leg when some douche at a party randomly punched me in the crotch. I autonomously kicked him in the crotch.
His reason for punching me in a sensitive area? "Your legs were spread, so I had to hit it."
I wanted to break his nose by palm-jabbing it up into his brain.
Unfortunately, I was still concerned about what people would think of me if they knew I was violent. I didn't want to get sent to a psychiatric ward.
Next time something like that happens, though, I'll just slam my forehead hard into their face.
...after my leg kicks them in the crotch. Autonomously, of course.
OT: I lost conscious control of my leg when some douche at a party randomly punched me in the crotch. I autonomously kicked him in the crotch.
His reason for punching me in a sensitive area? "Your legs were spread, so I had to hit it."
I wanted to break his nose by palm-jabbing it up into his brain.
Unfortunately, I was still concerned about what people would think of me if they knew I was violent. I didn't want to get sent to a psychiatric ward.
Next time something like that happens, though, I'll just slam my forehead hard into their face.
...after my leg kicks them in the crotch. Autonomously, of course.
Nope, I've never been pushed that far by anyone. I'm not exactly looking forward to that time, as I pretty much suck at fighting...
A couple times, but not for a long time.
The first time was maybe eight years ago when a bunch of classmates thought that I would be fun to punch around since even though I was older than them, I was more shy and for the most part a pacifist. When they cornered me one of them ran up and punched me as hard as he could. I got pissed and I kicked him away and went for the person who was closest to me who happened to be a girl who was a couple years younger than me. Without thinking I knocked her on the ground, picked up her head, and slammed it into the gym floor. She was ok, but I almost got expelled, but didn't because the one kid who saw the fight admitted that they started it.
Second time was about a year later at a different school. This time one of the idiots who had been bullying me all year decided to come up and annoy me some more and this time he slammed my hand in my locker door. Once again I'm in pain and I get pissed, this though I focus on him and begin punching the shit out of him until he falls on the ground and a teacher stops it from continuing. Weirdly though, when he was being asked about it later, the guy admitted that he provoked me and from then on he was always nice to me.
I do my best not to lose control anymore. Nowadays if I get pissed I tend to play a game to let off steam.
The first time was maybe eight years ago when a bunch of classmates thought that I would be fun to punch around since even though I was older than them, I was more shy and for the most part a pacifist. When they cornered me one of them ran up and punched me as hard as he could. I got pissed and I kicked him away and went for the person who was closest to me who happened to be a girl who was a couple years younger than me. Without thinking I knocked her on the ground, picked up her head, and slammed it into the gym floor. She was ok, but I almost got expelled, but didn't because the one kid who saw the fight admitted that they started it.
Second time was about a year later at a different school. This time one of the idiots who had been bullying me all year decided to come up and annoy me some more and this time he slammed my hand in my locker door. Once again I'm in pain and I get pissed, this though I focus on him and begin punching the shit out of him until he falls on the ground and a teacher stops it from continuing. Weirdly though, when he was being asked about it later, the guy admitted that he provoked me and from then on he was always nice to me.
I do my best not to lose control anymore. Nowadays if I get pissed I tend to play a game to let off steam.
I have a hell of short temper, and when I'm angry or determined, I don't take shit from anyone.
During a really hot day in 6th grade, my friend, who has heavy asthma, fell to the ground, panting. I saw and went over to help him up, and called for help. Instead of teachers coming, every knuckled head 6th grader crowded around him as close as possible, and didn't seem to understand me saying, "Back up, he can't breathe!".
One guy, who I still cannot stand to this day, decided to mock me in a voice already higher than his. I was determined to get my friend help, and here was this guy trying to be funny and smug. I don't remember it personally, but many friends have recounted the event to me. According to them, I got up from my friend's side, glared at the guy, and pounced at him before he could blink. The kid ran like fuck; he was one of the fastest kids in the class, and I was one of the slowest. Not that day. I caught up to him within 5 seconds, jumped on his back and told him to, according to my friends, "Learn your fucking place, and show some fucking respect!".
Do I regret it? Not really, because it sort of taught the twat a lesson. He never bothered me again. But it made me seem like an angry nutcase to my peers, and many of them still see me that way. I only feel bad because I later found out that I pushed a girl who tried to calm me down with ease and ended up bruising her badly. I spent weeks apologizing and doing anything she asked.
During a really hot day in 6th grade, my friend, who has heavy asthma, fell to the ground, panting. I saw and went over to help him up, and called for help. Instead of teachers coming, every knuckled head 6th grader crowded around him as close as possible, and didn't seem to understand me saying, "Back up, he can't breathe!".
One guy, who I still cannot stand to this day, decided to mock me in a voice already higher than his. I was determined to get my friend help, and here was this guy trying to be funny and smug. I don't remember it personally, but many friends have recounted the event to me. According to them, I got up from my friend's side, glared at the guy, and pounced at him before he could blink. The kid ran like fuck; he was one of the fastest kids in the class, and I was one of the slowest. Not that day. I caught up to him within 5 seconds, jumped on his back and told him to, according to my friends, "Learn your fucking place, and show some fucking respect!".
Do I regret it? Not really, because it sort of taught the twat a lesson. He never bothered me again. But it made me seem like an angry nutcase to my peers, and many of them still see me that way. I only feel bad because I later found out that I pushed a girl who tried to calm me down with ease and ended up bruising her badly. I spent weeks apologizing and doing anything she asked.
i used to always be made fun of for my five second rage. I'd get pissed and frenzy at someone for five seconds and then be completely fine and apologize profusely for what i did.
I also threw a toy army action doll thing and broke something really important to me and so that rage started getting abated.
I also threw a toy army action doll thing and broke something really important to me and so that rage started getting abated.
Ok, in 6th grade, there was this whole altercation where this guy was harassing a friend of mine. She had said that she didn't want to go out with this guy's friend, and so the rest of his little gang had been following her around and threatening her, and believe me, I'm aware of how hilarious this is because we were all 11 years old at the time. Either way, something or other happened, I can't remember for the life of me, but we ended up having this ridiculous standoff. The guy in question starts talking shit, and then just gets really gratuitous, and so I apparently punched him in the face, kicked him in the crotch (not proud of this), and then proceeded to bury my knee in his gut. I didn't realize this had all happened until it was over. I haven't had this happen any time since, at least not in the sense that I don't actually remember engaging in any sort of physical fight, but I've been sort of avoiding conflict ever since, because I am far too well aware of how easy it would be for me to do that sort of thing again.
It's weird though, the guy who I ended up assaulting and I are sort of friends now. Ran in to him a few times in the past few years, including one instance yesterday, and we managed to have a completely civil, even friendly conversation, and then continued on. Even if we aren't "friends", we're certainly not on bad terms.
It's weird though, the guy who I ended up assaulting and I are sort of friends now. Ran in to him a few times in the past few years, including one instance yesterday, and we managed to have a completely civil, even friendly conversation, and then continued on. Even if we aren't "friends", we're certainly not on bad terms.
I got in fights quite a bit when I was younger. Not anything violent really, just some good honest scuffles. Boys-will-be-boys type stuff. Also liked to play-fight with some older classmates, usually losing but it was fun.
This one time though, I got into a fight with a student my age. Little prick liked to pick on me near constantly, I usually just ignored him. But this little a-hole decided to cop a feel on a girl I liked at the time, I was not gonna let that slide.
I didn't fly into UNSPEAKABLE RAGE, but I attacked him and ended up doing a lot more damage than I thought I was gonna. Kid was bleeding from where I hit him.
I'll post more when I remember.
This one time though, I got into a fight with a student my age. Little prick liked to pick on me near constantly, I usually just ignored him. But this little a-hole decided to cop a feel on a girl I liked at the time, I was not gonna let that slide.
I didn't fly into UNSPEAKABLE RAGE, but I attacked him and ended up doing a lot more damage than I thought I was gonna. Kid was bleeding from where I hit him.
I'll post more when I remember.
I used to fly off the handle lots when I was younger, but I'm alright now.
I remember, I sorta made a kid (accidently!) go nuts, it was at camp and we were all chilling on these lounge chairs, and a gave him a nudge (a bit harder than I thought) and he fell of, humours you would think right? (He wasn't hurt by the fall, it was a foot)He didn't think it was funny and just lauched himself at me, I stumbled back into a corner of chairs, he was lying on the other chairs kicking at me, I asked him to stop several times (I guess I went off at this point) and I blocked his kicks and threw one fucking hard punch right to his temple, I hit his eyebrow and broke the skins. He got up and picked up one of the chairs and was about to throw it at me when my mates held him back. Then a teacher rocked up...
I remember, I sorta made a kid (accidently!) go nuts, it was at camp and we were all chilling on these lounge chairs, and a gave him a nudge (a bit harder than I thought) and he fell of, humours you would think right? (He wasn't hurt by the fall, it was a foot)He didn't think it was funny and just lauched himself at me, I stumbled back into a corner of chairs, he was lying on the other chairs kicking at me, I asked him to stop several times (I guess I went off at this point) and I blocked his kicks and threw one fucking hard punch right to his temple, I hit his eyebrow and broke the skins. He got up and picked up one of the chairs and was about to throw it at me when my mates held him back. Then a teacher rocked up...
