Angrier than ive ever been... almost.

[dub]

So heres what happened.
I had a shitty LONG ASS day at work today, my boss is out, so im
taking up his share of the work as well, some would say that
the reward of doing more than my share of the work should make
me happy, I would tell those people to get a fucking job.

At any rate, I get home, go into my room looking for my phone,
and when I turn on the light switch the bulb burns out.

Shit, no big deal, i'll get to it later.

I see my phone sitting on my dresser, right next to my bed.
I stumble over there in the dark, blindly missing most of the
obstacles in my way, im almost there, almost there! Last Step....

CRUNCH!

FUCK! What the fuck was that!

I reached down, and picked up what i stepped on, well, half of it.

My brand new fucking guitar, 500 fucking dollar guitar, not even
two months old, and I stepped on the top of the neck and busted
it off.

You would have thought I cut my hand off or some shit.
The string of words that came out of my mouth for the next half
and hour would have made a sailor blush. I ranted and raved around
my apartment, for literally a half hour. My roommate thought I was
fucking insane.

Anyways, I took the whole thing apart, and am epoxying the neck
back on right now, luckily, it didnt bend the truss rod, and it was
broken at almost a vertical angle, which means that the thing is
extremely salvagable.

Couple hours from now, she'll be good as new. :D

Whats the angriest youve ever been?

[SatansLeftHand]

don'tget angry, get even. what would you do to someone else who did that to your guitar? do it to yourself!

[Rabble Rouser]

My anger is weird. I get the angriest over little things that wouldn't bother normal people, and I don't get phased much over things that would make normal people explode. For example, today I came within about six inches of hitting someone after they pulled out in front of me without looking, and all I did was yelled "What the fuck are you doing?!" (which he couldn't hear cause my windows were closed), and that was it. Not mad about it now...was over it by the next intersection.

The angriest I've been (in recent recollection...I get angry a lot :D) was when I had exams in every one of my classes, 7 papers, and 2 labs due within a three day period. So, whenever I wasn't actually in class or at work, I was doing schoolwork. Lots of stress (and, for the record, I got perfect scores on all of them except one of the exams...so I put a <i>lot</i> of work into everything).

Now, my younger brother doesn't like to go to school...he wants to stay home and play computer games. Which, for some reason unknown to me, my mother sees no problem with, and just lets him stay home. He hasn't been to school in over a week. Well, he was home for several days, and I like to have the house to myself (just so I can do stuff without people bugging me...I'm big on privacy). Well, I made a big deal to my mom (so maybe she'd get the hint) about how I was gonna be sooooo happy to get the place to myself after class (when the last of the exams was taken and the last of the assignments were handed in) and just chill. She was happy for me.

So I head off to class, my brother goes to school. I come back from class...and there's my brother in the living room playing video games. He called my mom saying he didn't want to be in school, and she picked him up.

I totally fucking lost it. I yelled, I screamed, I broke things, and I was furious for days. It just made me so fucking mad that I busted my ass and got the royal screwjob, and she did it deliberately.

Grrrr. Yes, I know that sounds really immature, but it really pissed me off.

[dub]

Immature from your mothers standpoint.

You, however, have every right to break things and yell.

You should slap some sense into your brother. :D

[Venus]

Hmmm, that's kinda of a tough one. I guess I have to credit that to the one grudge I still can't get over.

I was 17, and in love for the first time. He was only 14, but I'll tell what, he treated me better than any man since ever had. There was nothing we wouldn't do for each other. He was kind of a trouble maker, didn't get very good grades, smoked pot every so often. He smoked ciggaretts too, but I had no room to talk because I started when I was 14 too. Once we got together, his pot use went down, his grades went up a little, and he got in less trouble. But his mom just couldn't handle it. She was divorced, had men in and out her life. Her 6 kids had to deal with it too. Zac was the male whore. Constantly had women in and out of his bed. Brittney was the perfact mormon girl. Josh had moved out long ago, went to live with his dad. Chris, well Chris smoke and used pot. Issac was only 7 so he didn't know much about bad things yet. Kate was 5 working on 6 and just as cute as can be.
Chris and I had been together for almost 6 months now. We were inseperable. On the day of Zac's graduation (he was one year older than me), their mom informed Chris he would be moving to Idaho to live with his dad. He didn't want to go, leave his friends, and his girlfriend. I don't blame him, I didn't want him to go. She told him he had 2 weeks to pack and say his goodbyes. For those 2 weeks, we were together anytime we could. I went to the train station with them to see him off, and I have never cried that much in my life. His mother took us back to their house, cause that's where my car was, and I went straight to his room. Just stood there looking at the walls, and crying. She came over and put her hand on my shoulder and it took every ounce of self controle not to hit her. She took away the first love I ever had, because she didn't want to deal with him anymore. I pulled away from her, and she actually asked if I thought she did the wrong thing. I told her exactlly what I thought. Many "you're a horrible mother!" "Fuck you!" and "I hate you" s came out of my mouth aimed at this Mormon woman. I still can't forgive her for it. I think that makes it the maddest moment I've ever had.

[SimpleSimon]

The angriest I have ever been?

Not hard to identify at all. A little over one year ago I endured one week of the trial of the son of a bitch who murdered my wife. A week in which my wife was castigated by the defense attorneys as a mean, vindictive, manipulative bitch trying to rob a poor black man, and the prosecutor raised not a single objection. A week in which I was called to testify, and the "prosecutor" asked virtually none of the questions we had discussed, nor did she attempt to put on a case, nor did she raise objections to improper questions by the defense attorney in cross examination. That week ended with directions to the jury couched in such terms as to amount to a directed verdict, which the jury took all of 45 minutes to render.

Anger? What I have is not anger, it is a cold, burning rage which is consuming me. The worst transgressors against my wife were not the bastard who shot her in the back five times as she fled from him and his defenders, but rather were the prosecutor and the judge whose manipulation of the system was so thoroughly bought, and so carefully executed on his behalf.

The verdict? Justifiable homicide in self defense. Five shots struck my wife - the first in the chest fom the right, as she was turning away. The second struck her right arm, passed through the biceps, hit her right side, penetrating the rib cage under her arm and passing through the upper part of her heart to embed itself on the inner surface of the left side of her rib cage. The third passed through her right hand, her purse, and lodged in her right hip above the buttock. The last two rounds embedded themselves in her back.

Would you like to know what anger is? Come dwell in my heart for a day.

[Koliedrus]

How trivial my worst anger seems now. There's no comparison on this scale.

Dwell in my heart for a while. I can only offer a little balance.

[PB]

Oh Simon.... honey.... *kisses Simons cheek* - you are by far one of the strongest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting..

My story is nothing compared to that.... and even if it sounds horrible.. I am glad. but i also wish it wasn't yours...

The maddest I have ever been....

When my son was 10 months old... my "friend" of 15 years, my kids father, one of his friends and I all went to the zoo... taking the baby to the zoo for the first time...

Afterwards we went to the beer store and went home and hung out... my friend and I went for a drive and we discussed my kids dad and my relationship with each other.. She kept probing me with all these questions about how I felt about him and so forth and at that point he and I were on pretty good terms. She was telling me how we should get back together and all types of bullshit...

about 2 am I decided to go to sleep since I had to be at work at 5. I went in there and turned the lights off and told my friend and my kids father good night... his friend had went somewhere and hadn't been back to get him yet. I layed there in the bed with my 10 month old and all of a sudden the kitchen light went off.. and my first thought.. was that son of a bitch better not be hitting on her... about 20 more minutes or so the TV went off.. and of course I just feel my blood boiling with that feeling... "please god tell me it's not what i think it is"

So I get up to fake like i'm going to the bathroom because when you turned on the light it lit up the living room... I flipped on the switch and look down to see my friend of 15 years, and my kids dad about an inch away from sex.. lol... literally an inch.. rage took over.. and I was like... "what the fuck do you think you are doing".... the look on his face i'll never forget. the look of "oh shit" on her face was also priceless especially right before I kicked her in it... and told her to get her ass up...

I don't think I have ever been that mad in my entire life... I sat her down on my couch and instructed him not to come near me.. then i proceeded to scream about how they were so disrespectful to come into my house with my son and try and have sex in my floor when they both were supposed to be a big part of our lives..

and he had the nerve to say.. " I didn't stick it in" - I just walked over and slapped him across the face... she just sat there on the couch and cried and appligized.. I must have screamed a good 30-45 minutes.. then I commenced to whooping her ass.. after smacking him around quite a bit.. I don't think I have ever been that mad, and I do not desire to ever feel anger like that again..

when it was said and done, I dragged her the front door in her panty's by her hair and told her never to return to me house.. and let him know that he was no longer welcomed in my home either even if he was the father of my child. We didn't speak for 6 months.. I'll never forgive either one of them... but it was both of their fault.. i could expect it from him.. but never from her.... oh that makes me mad to just think about it... She is lucky that I did not kill her.. and him too...

but i watched her get married the other day... and i find it extremely humorous that if i make any quick movements around her... she jumps.. lol.

V.

[dub]

Jesus...
Simon...

Thats fucking terrible dude.
All I can say is, I couldnt have done what you did, youre a stong
man, and my guitar problem is non existent in comparison. I feel
bad for even posting such a trivial story.

Fuck dude,
damn.

Happy birthday BTW, I was gonna post a thread on the third, but
I was outta town that day.

I dare not dwell in your heart for even the briefest moment.
But you have my support indefinatley.

Originally posted by SimpleSimon
The angriest I have ever been?

Not hard to identify at all. A little over one year ago I endured one week of the trial of the son of a bitch who murdered my wife. A week in which my wife was castigated by the defense attorneys as a mean, vindictive, manipulative bitch trying to rob a poor black man, and the prosecutor raised not a single objection. A week in which I was called to testify, and the "prosecutor" asked virtually none of the questions we had discussed, nor did she attempt to put on a case, nor did she raise objections to improper questions by the defense attorney in cross examination. That week ended with directions to the jury couched in such terms as to amount to a directed verdict, which the jury took all of 45 minutes to render.

Anger? What I have is not anger, it is a cold, burning rage which is consuming me. The worst transgressors against my wife were not the bastard who shot her in the back five times as she fled from him and his defenders, but rather were the prosecutor and the judge whose manipulation of the system was so thoroughly bought, and so carefully executed on his behalf.

The verdict? Justifiable homicide in self defense. Five shots struck my wife - the first in the chest fom the right, as she was turning away. The second struck her right arm, passed through the biceps, hit her right side, penetrating the rib cage under her arm and passing through the upper part of her heart to embed itself on the inner surface of the left side of her rib cage. The third passed through her right hand, her purse, and lodged in her right hip above the buttock. The last two rounds embedded themselves in her back.

Would you like to know what anger is? Come dwell in my heart for a day.

[Rabble Rouser]

Originally posted by dub
Jesus...
Simon...

Thats fucking terrible dude.
All I can say is, I couldnt have done what you did, youre a stong
man, and my guitar problem is non existent in comparison. I feel
bad for even posting such a trivial story.



For real...in comparison to that, I feel like a kid that's thrown a tantrum. =/

*hugs for Simon* You are just amazing...I would have opened fire in that courtroom. I can't imagine having to listen to people make horrible (and untrue) accusations against someone who can't defend themselves.

Reading that brought back to my mind a story my mom told me when I was 12 about my great (great?)-grandfather (who was extremely wealthy). He dated this model for quite a long time, and she murdered him, stole all his money, and bought off the judge (this was probably over 100 years ago), and nothing else was ever said about it. She literally got away with murder. Makes me fucking sick how people can buy justice. I hope the bitch is rotting in hell.

Humanity really disgusts me sometimes.

[MuffyTheVampyreLayer]

Judge Muffy would have locked him up and given Simon the Key. Grrr.