Flipped off an elderly woman who made you late to work? Said something that even today you wish you could take back? Oh yes, we all have stories about losing our temper. What’s your “lost my temper” story? Is it still impacting you? What did you do to set things right, if anything?
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when evergreen students get acquainted it usually isn’t long before the topic of “seminar” is brought up. i’m constantly 50/50 on my program — love the reading, don’t mind the assignments, class meetings are borderline-intolerable. how is it that in a class of 75, five students account for 75% of in-lecture discourse? when peers’ egos simultaneously battle, asking questions and making comments that could clearly be addressed one-on-one with the professor(s) — henceforth actively wasting everyone else’s time — it takes all my internal strength not to call them on their shit. whilst walking home after our particularly abominable halloween class meeting, i encountered an underclassman dressed as zorro, or something to that effect, thinking it appropriate to swing a lasso recklessly on a public walking/cycling path. i couldn’t even tell what this clown was doing until I was relatively close, but as his lasso grazed a cyclist mere inches from where I walked there was no way i couldn’t offer a sincere, sincerely aggro “WTF…take it elsewhere.”
Ha!
I don't ever lose my temper in front of people. I throw fits when no one is looking. They typically happen in the morning, when I am running late, which is every morning.
The cussing and swearing gears me up so much, I don't actually have to drink coffee.
It kind of sucks. I don't think it's healthy.
many years ago, when i was in high school, i had an incident where i just completely lost my temper in public.
on a school night, i was hanging out with my friend, and i ended up falling asleep at his house. i woke up at 7am the next morning, and i realized that my mother was most likely wondering where i was. i quickly called her. She was extremely upset (with good reason) that i hadn't come home that night. she said that my friend's parents were irresponsible for allowing me to stay the night on a school night, and she told me that from now on i wouldn't be allowed to go over there.
this was my best friend's house, and when i was there i felt more at home sometimes than i did at my own house. i was devastated. i got into a crying/shouting match sort of thing with my mother, and we hung up the phone, and i got ready for school.
my friend and i silently drove to school, depressed at the way the morning had been. when we entered the school, i felt weak, lethargic, and generally grumpy. my little army bag purse thing was dragging on the floor behind me.
there was a troublemaker kid leaning with his friends on the lockers on the side of the hall. he snickered and said to me, "yo, your bag is draggin'" i ignored him. he repeated himself. his friends laughed. i turned to him, and scathingly replied, "wow! what an intelligent observation, thanks SO MUCH!" my voice was dripping with sarcasm and veiled rage, and i turned and walked away. as i walked away, the kid yelled, "fucking fat dyke!" (at the time, my hair was short and spiky, and i would date women from time to time)
for me, this was the last straw! i was done. the day had been terrible, and his comment just sent me over the edge. i threw my backpack and purse on the ground, and marched over to him, and my face within inches of his, i started screaming at him. i don't remember exactly what i said, but i said thinks like, "what the FUCK is your problem?? you don't ever, ever talk that way to me, do you understand? you don't talk that way to ANYBODY!" he yelled provoking comments back, asking me, "what, what, do you wanna go?" (asking if i wanted to fight him)
we started to draw a crowd. this attracted the attention of the security guards from down the hall. my adorable teacher for my human rights class came out of the classroom and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me away from the boy. the security guards grabbed him (he had lost his temper as well).
we were brought to our respective vice principals, and we both served extended detentions.
my anger that day was definitely misdirected. if i hadn't been acting so odd in reaction to my bad morning, the kid never would have made the comment about my bag, and i wouldn't have retorted, provoking his use of hate speech and my overreaction.
I was arguing with my brothers, and I lost my temper. We were arguing about Bionicles.
I yelled at my brothers. I cussed and said, "fuck."
I got in trouble and lost video games for two days. It wasn't worth it. Sometimes I feel bad when I lose my temper.
When I was nine I got in an argument with a friend. During the fight we started physically fighting. I ran at him and punched him in the face, and he started biting, kicking, and punching and basically became a blur. At some point I threw him off me, and picked up a book and hit him in the eye.
The next day he had a black eye. It was worth it, because I got a lot of anger out. I felt relief.
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