I'm quick to anger, but it also doesn't last very long at all. I can't hold a grudge or stay angry for very long. However, when someone does manage to really piss me off long enough for me to do something about it, it doesn't end well.
A few years back in college one night, my friends and I were relaxing on the porch of our dorm after having a few drinks, enjoying our smoking time and chatting. This incredibly annoying freshman who didn't even live in our dorm but kept coming over, showed up. After bumming yet another cigarette from one of us, she went inside to "use the bathroom" and polished off all of the unfinished drinks still sitting in the lounge. She then came back outside, now drunk, and started kicking and punching me, trying to get me to fight her, to prove how tough she was.
Now, a little background on me. I'm a fairly tough, tomboyish, punk-ish girl. My friends and I regularly sparred on the green for fun. I was also wearing my steel-toed boots at the time. The girl that kept kicking and hitting me was a hipster from New York. I tried to ignore her and have a pleasant time with my friends, but she wouldn't let up kicking and punching me, so I finally snapped. I stalked down to the green, she followed acting all arrogantly, and I proceeded to kick the shit out of her. She ended up in a fetal position on the ground, but she kept trying to get back up. I kicked her a few more times, she finally stayed down, unable to get back up, and I calmed down and went back inside.
She got back up after a while, followed us back inside(half of the doors into our dorm don't lock), and punched me as hard as she could in the arm. I raged, took a few steps towards her, and she booked it. She really made me lose it.
A few years back in college one night, my friends and I were relaxing on the porch of our dorm after having a few drinks, enjoying our smoking time and chatting. This incredibly annoying freshman who didn't even live in our dorm but kept coming over, showed up. After bumming yet another cigarette from one of us, she went inside to "use the bathroom" and polished off all of the unfinished drinks still sitting in the lounge. She then came back outside, now drunk, and started kicking and punching me, trying to get me to fight her, to prove how tough she was.
Now, a little background on me. I'm a fairly tough, tomboyish, punk-ish girl. My friends and I regularly sparred on the green for fun. I was also wearing my steel-toed boots at the time. The girl that kept kicking and hitting me was a hipster from New York. I tried to ignore her and have a pleasant time with my friends, but she wouldn't let up kicking and punching me, so I finally snapped. I stalked down to the green, she followed acting all arrogantly, and I proceeded to kick the shit out of her. She ended up in a fetal position on the ground, but she kept trying to get back up. I kicked her a few more times, she finally stayed down, unable to get back up, and I calmed down and went back inside.
She got back up after a while, followed us back inside(half of the doors into our dorm don't lock), and punched me as hard as she could in the arm. I raged, took a few steps towards her, and she booked it. She really made me lose it.