You and me both. I don't really become enraged; the angrier I am, the calmer I get.


On that subject, an anecdote. I was a senior in high school, and had suffered through four years of merciless tormenting by a single individual. Let us call him Meat.
Meat was easily twice my size, male, and a football player. I know, I know: dear god, what a cliche.
Anyway, I ran the gamut with this guy- from verbal harassment (usually consisting of racial or sixual slurs) to having my things stolen or vandalized, to being shoved or tripped when walking past him. I don't know why the hell he singled me out as his personal object of ridicule, but it did not a happy teenagerdom make (yes, I know 'teenagerdom' isn't a word; thank you).
And the school did absolutely nothing to stop him. I can't count the number of times I asked (begged, really) them to make him stop- they just either waved it off or said they'd look into it. Nothing ever happened.

Anyway. It was the last day of school before spring vacation, a few minutes before I was to catch my bus ride home. I was crouched on the sidewalk, watching an interestingly-patterned caterpillar inch its way across the concrete. I was so engrossed in this activity that I didn't realize he was standing behind me until he planted his shoe into the small of my back and shoved. I pitched off the edge of the sidewalk and into the gutter. It had rained recently, so the hand I put out to stop my fall went out from under me (earning a nasty scraqe in the process) and I smacked my chin against the pavement, hard enough that I saw stars. My glasses fell off.
Something inside me snapped.

I stood up, slowly, and turned around, hugging my scraqed hand to my chest. I felt... still. My mind was calm and perfectly clear.
I told him, in no uncertain terms, not to touch me again. He deliberately reached out, placed his hand on my chest, and shoved as hard as he could.

Meat, alas, didn't know that I've been taking Aikido classes since I was ten. I'd never been pushed far enough that I'd actually use them (except in practice, and never seriously); not until that moment.
It was after school hours, and he'd put his hands on me after I had expressly told him not to, in front of witnesses.

I don't really remember much of what happened next, except that he was suddenly on the ground, I was sitting on top of him, and I had just put all of my weight into a knifehand strike to his throat. A friend of mine told me later that I'd slammed my elbow into his abdomen and flipped him clear over my shoulder. I wish to god I could remember doing that. He was twice my size, remember? It would have been my crowning moment of glory. ;3;
Anyway, like some of the other people on this thread, I had to be pulled off him, though I recall not resisting much. I was buzzed on so much adrenaline that I had tunnel vision.
And apparently I scared the ever-loving crap out of my schoolmates, because they said later that I hadn't said a word the entire time. I'd just walked up to him calmly, proceeded to lay into him with everything I had, and the entire time, I was just... smiling. Placidly.
I was still smiling even after someone hauled me to my feet.
Apparently my smile still makes people nervous. Oh ho ho.

A couple of people said they thought I was going to rip his throat out. With my teeth. :3

Might have had something to do with the fact that I bared my teeth at the person who was holding me, and snarled at them.
No, seriously.

I did get in trouble, mind you, considering I was actively trying to pulp Meat's esophagus. He was in the hospital for a day and was spectacularly black-and-blue for a couple of weeks after that.
Not serious trouble, because legally I had the right to defend myself. But.... yanno.

I would say that fits the bill as 'second angriest I've ever been in my life'.

...second... :mellow:

Well without getting too in trouble. Once me and some friends were hanging around outside my apartment, drinking some beers in the little garden area, and these other guys about our age or a little younger (like a year or two) came over and started harassing us. Why? I dunno, but my friend said it was because one of them (there were five and there was three of us) had seen him at a bar a couple days earlier, and my friend had tried hitting on his girlfriend (which my friend didn't know she was) and the guy tried starting a fight there, but hadn't after the security came and threw him out. Anyway, they started talking [censored], came over to us and smacked my current beer out of my hand.

I didn't say anything, and my friend who'd been at the bar was trying to get them to get lost. But they wouldn't have any of it. I dunno who threw the first punch, but next thing I know I'm wailing on the guy who'd knocked my beer down. His face was pulp by the time I realized it, and he was trying his best to cover his face. My friends pulled me off of him, and I went inside to wash my hands and change my clothes because there had been some blood on them. That was the last I thought we'd see of them. But it wasn't. Two days later they came back, this time there was five of us and somehow they kept getting the advantage of numbers, and there were eight of them. Two of my friends were girls, and when the guys came around again I brought them inside and my other friends were gonna follow when one of the guys from their side blind sided my friend and hit him in the back of the head with his fist. I ran them inside, grabbed my bat and with a surprise to them, hit the guy who'd blind sided my friend right in the gut.

I went total ape [censored] on them, and my guy friends helped me out. I was the only one with a actual weapon, and I wasn't really gonna use it more than once, but they kept on rushing at me and I had to swing, and I got some good hits which made them think twice. Long story short, it kinda felt like a gang fight but wasn't since I or them weren't in a gang. Just some [censored]s trying to mess with me and some friends. I even had a small crack in my bat after I'd checked it out. All my friends were afraid that they'd call LAPD and have me arrested for assault and battery with a weapon, but the PD never came and I'm still here.

Well, in all fairness, when I was the MOST angry I've ever been, the subject of my ire pulled something of a Karma Houdini and was nowhere to be found. I think he may have been in the country illegally, and had left by the time I found out about his shenanigans. So, no severe beatdown for him.

Note to self
Run really really fast if Metrophor is really really calm.

There is nothing scarier than Tranquil Fury.

In my case, I very rarely get very angry due to the fact that it takes a lot to make me angry. When I do get angry, it's quite scary.

I dont get angry often (anymore anyways). Sometimes I feel like things should bother me more, they just dont. Hmm.

Angriest time I ever had to be the Boston Incident ......left me depressed , humiliated and created the wall ( a collection of bad things that have happened to me started building up) That is all you need to know.

Easy for me. So a year ago I was out and about with some friends at the movie theaters catching a late movie, it was me a couple of guys and a couple of girls, and while waiting in line these two really annoying guys who thought were harassing one of the girls, and I mean saying some pretty degrading things about what he would do to her if they were alone and such. A couple of guys and I start telling the dude he needed to shut his mouth and quit disrespecting our friend, but the dude keeps persisting, so when he kept pestering my friend she turned around and told him exactly what she thought of him; as soon as she was done the dude punched her in the eye! He actually punched her in the eye, and we could hear a crack as he connected. Well, there are very few things that make me lose it, but hitting a lady is definitely one of them... So I lost it, I blacked out from rage and when I came to my friends had drug me off the dude, and we took my friend home to her parents and explained what had happened.

Well, my friend ended up having a fractured cheek bone, and I went to court because the dude's parents wanted me to pay for their kid's medical bills (He apparently suffered from a broken jaw, broken nose, and a fractured collarbone); but luckily for me the judge didn't think I have to pay, once my friend testified for me.

Welp, time to make myself look even more pathetic.

Angriest I've ever been was while playing splosion man on hard mode. If you haven't done this, hard mode takes away all check points, everything kills you in one hit, and the game will blatantly cheat in certain areas. No, I'm not saying that because it beat my ass, I'm saying it because it's true. The developers even put a warning in the game when you unlock admitting that hard mode is just stupidly hard and you really shouldn't play it. But no, I wasn't about to let the developers, let alone a game beat me. It was mocking me. Taunting me with it being unbeaten. (Note, that's really how I felt. It really felt as though the game was taunting me.) So in I go thinking this'll be a cake walk. 1st section was easy. 2nd section was aggravating but nothing to get angry at.

Then comes stage 3. Oh god stage 3. Most of the things I yelled at the game I can't type as it would just be a long string of CENSORED. It started off aggravating but doable. Then it quickly got worse. I began to get a headache from anger but I still kept going. Soon after my heart rate increased but still I pushed on. I was sweating to the point where it looked like I had just taken a swim. My face was as red as a strawberry. I said things that would make 12 year olds on xbox live uncomfortable. I closed out the world around me. My headache turned into a full blown migraine and kept getting worse. One of my eyes I couldn't see out of I was so angry. It got so bad I couldn't feel my heartbeat, my pulse, and I was beginning to go "blind" in my other eye. But still I trudged on. I was not about to let myself be beaten by a game. Finally I finished it and turned it off feeling a sense of accomplishment that I really shouldn't have. Went to look in the mirror and found out I was bleeding from the mouth. Apparently I took a small chunk off the side of m tongue somehow. After beating that I decided that it was just too cruel to wish on anyone as a punishment and felt pathetic for almost doing serious damage to my body over a game.

Tl/dr: I nearly caused permanent damage to my body, out of anger, from playing a game and now I feel pathetic for it.

I lose my temper when I hear "trix are for kids".

I got pretty angry when my PS2 broke.

Your bully ass kicking story beats my cookie thief whacking. :c

:spotted owl:

It was earlier this week. I was about as angry as I could be but could still hide it. Oddly enough, I remember that, but I don't actually remember what I was angry at. I don't even remember what day it was on. It had to have been before thursday, though.

Wow... a lot of you have an insurmountable wall of rage. I hope you guys are pretty chill most of the time, some of you sound pretty... dangerous.


When I get angry, I don't always have the same reactions. When I get angry at my parents, I usually turn it inwards. Yes, I do have some self-esteem issues, and usually just beat my self up over that kind of crap, but only if it comes from my family. Harder for me to shrug off when its my own flesh and blood or my step-father.

So one time I blew up. My step-dad is a bit of a bully. Singles me out and insinuates I do all this crap and just intentionally cause sh*t. Well... I don't. He doesn't like me (and I know that sounds ridiculous, but he has a really deep complex about how "men should act" and he totally loves my sister. Causing my brother and I to hate him for his blatant favoritism, and militant personality.) and I don't like him. At all.

So he blames me for some inane little thing, but when I try to defend my self he told me to shut up and called me an a**hole. I was pissed (I cannot take insults lightly when I'm predisposed to a BAD F*CKING mood) and then he charges into my room to raid it. I decided then I'd had enough and walked out. I came back later and had a cop "escort" me home. Total bull, but needless to say, our relationship has been severely strained.
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Then, in a move of goodwill an innocence, a few months following (after a summer where I basically came to the realization I was severely depressed, but not officially diagnosed, yet) I asked him for help on a homework assignment, because I know he is good at math. Well, he ended up making me feel like a bag o' [censored] and I spiraled into a depressive... suicidal state... and the rest is history. I'm still alive and getting better so I hope nothing happens like that again. I can't wait to go to college : /
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And when I'm with friends or people, when they piss me off, I let out "friendly insults" that sound nice, but are very deprecating towards them. They sometimes get fooled lol.

And I have verbally argued with people because they'd randomly pick on me. I hate a lot of people at my school. Not a furious hate, but the kind that makes me wonder if we're still human beings. I hate my advisroy period (our school has a 10 minute class where we just sit around and talk in a class size of like 16-17 kids.) most are those "popular" clique kids who don't have the time of day for "the others" and have actively ignored me when I was talking directly to them. I've yet to flip my lid, but when I do, they'll hate me. A lot.

Also, suffice it to say I DESPISE with every ounce of my BEING, "frenemies"

Good to here you're actively trying to get out of depression. I know how suicidal depression is and it is a terrible thing to go through.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egmMMzt28g8?

Thanks, its good to know others out there can identify. Sometimes it can seem lonely. But I can see a a "light on the horizon" LMFAO, so I'll just soldier on.

Also, I realized that there is this girl who hangs out with my friends. I hate her guts. She is such a stuck up botch I would like to go all death star on her a** but I really like those other friends (who strangely, are all super chill and friendly, completely opposite of her).

Cake is for the weak,real men eat pie.

By real men you mean weak, noodly armed men. Muffins is the best choice for everything.

One time my friend stole my spot in class...pretty pathetic right? But my blood was seriously boiling. I was quivering with anger and was about to cry and beat him up. I know, I know it's very childish.
Speaking in video game terms: When Shivering Isles or Nights of the Nine didn't work on game of the year edition on my X-BOX 360. I was spazzed out for the next couple of weeks.

Its time for a throw down.
Arm yourselves!

[edit] maybe not the best place

A BARREL ROLL IS ALWAYS THE BEST OPTION! wait,we're talking about food?

I fully support my last post and will not change my opinion unless you offer me a muffin that is superior to my pie-and that will never happen.

Show me a pie that can compete on the level of deliciousness of a blueberry and pecan muffin first.

Its got its own thread. Channel your food rage elsewhere.

When some [censored] forced my girlfriend to look at a picture of some guys weewee on her phone