June 09, 2005

I know a guy who punishes his clubs for bad shots by having the caddy drag the club around the course on the ground instead of putting it back in the bag. I guess that club could be a bad influence on the other clubs, too.

I do not throw things. I learned that lesson -- incidentally -- from MY mother.

When I was four -- or was it six?

I threw a toy on the floor in a fit of anger. Smashed it.

She said to me: "Good plan. Now you have to clean up after yourself."

And I haven't thrown ANYTHING in a fit of anger since.

I've never thrown anything during a temper tantrum...I don't even really yell. I do, however, get incredibly snarky and obnoxious. I can taunt others into throwing things at me though...good thing I have fast reflexes. My ex threw only two things at me during our marriage: a hamburger (there are still ketchup streaks across the ceiling) and a remote control. He missed on both counts, broke his remote and lost out on a meal.

What else could I do but point and laugh at him?

I confess, I did throw a unopened can of tomato soup at my husband once. But he was lucky, I aimed it at his torso instead of that big knot-head of his. Hey, it's better than hitting him over the head with a cast iron skillet in his sleep!

I helped a buddy put a transmission in his 69 camaro one time and it wasn't playing real nice, so he had a hissy fit and started throwing parts all over his garage breaking all kinds of stuff. We finally got the tranny in once settled down, but I never did help him do anything again. I hate that kind of behavior myself.

Some years back, while working for a small town PD here in WA, I was astounded to learn that you can (and will be) arrested if you break something you own during a domestic disturbance. If, for instance, you tear the door off the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, you will be arrested for "Malicious Mischief, Domestic Violence."

I remember, as a kid in Arkansas, watching my Dad, bump his old bald head on the hood of a car he was working on, then spend the next half hour looking for the wrenches he had thrown..

I've broken a few things in my early bad tantrum days. I found the replacement of said articles to be a humbling lesson in self control.

I used to be really good for breaking shit when pissed off, but not anymore. Breaking my cell phone and setting myself back by almost $200 pretty much cured me of that.

I suppose you could call clamming up for a spell a "temper tantrum." I do that when I'm *really* PO'd; did it for twenty years on certain relatives.

I just get verbally mean, I don't throw things. I can't hit walls either - my living depends on my being able to type. But geez, I've gotten really venomous at times....

The throwing things seems asinine to me. Unless it's something soft.

I've never broken or thrown anything in a hissy fit, but used to get really wound up, sometimes to the point of snarling at innocent passers-by, until I found a punch bag and pair of boxing gloves in a charity shop :) Far better than yoga and now I can do a roundhouse again.

I'm sort of the opposite; when I get really pissed off, I clean and scrub stuff! Don't know how/why I ever started doing that (probably coz I was too poor to replace anything I broke!) but it works out for the best. Hmmm, now I know why Kevin tends to piss me off when the garage is a mess!! *L*

I don't get mad, I just try to get revenge.

My ex really liked to throw shit. I've got the scars to prove it!

I am pretty hard to piss off. I am a big guy and I am scared I might hurt somebody if I have a tantrum. On the other hand, I have been pushed over the edge a couple of times. Thats when I either get out the baseball bat or the .44 automag. I never break my own shit unless it doesn't work anymore. The canal behind my house is full of cell phones, boom boxes and various other items that I took from assholes who were violating my personal space with them. Oh, I almost forgot, there is someones car keys in there too. Son of a bitch couldn't get it through his head not to blow the horn in my neighbors driveway at 4:00am. After I "fixed" all the lights on his car with my baseball bat and threw his keys in the canal, he learned to go knock on the door. Mostly, I am a quiet, easy going guy though.

I've shot 3 television sets. One with a .38, the other two with a 12 gauge. Justifiable telecide in my book.
It was fun watching Oprah disintegrate into rubble.
Guess I lack self control.

I figured out a long time ago that getting angry at an inanimate object is purely a waste of time and effort. If it doesn't do what I expect it to do I just junk it. People I walk away from if I can. I'm too old to use anything but a ball bat anyway. I have been pushed a few times into a corner and like all animals I will fight when pushed.

Best way to deal with insults from nuts is to ignore them. Like a bad cold they will eventually go away if you leave them alone.

Me, when I get angry / Frustrated / Pentup I just go up into my room and load up a computer game where I can torture a simulation or blow things up in a FPS. Better that than break / hurt real things.

That or I design a *really* evil adventure for my Sat gaming group....its good to be the GM. :)

"design evil adventure on the Sat gaming group... "
*shiver*

Guess I'm a Philistine.

I've been known to lose my temper a time or two (ahem) and break things [koff][koff].

It's therapeutic.

And it's a helluva lot less criminal than pulling the jackass who's been tailgating you for the past 10 miles out of his car and beating him half to death on the hood of his car...

Just sayin', is all...

I guess it's that hot Irish blood in me.

I don't do that as much as I used to. But I always used to keep those cheap ($1.99/stem) wine goblets on hand (from Pier One) in case the urge to throw something (it's so satisfying to hear glass smashing, don't ask me why) struck (no pun intended) me.

Now I just go on my blog and rant about it. That's why I have the category "Annoyances". Great therapy!