[Closed] When was the last time you properly lost your rag

Sin bin for 10 mins, i've never played since mind, got bought many drinks that day too 😕

It's the winning, not the taking part in these situations

My mistake was assuming when he got up, that he was coming at me so I hit him a couple more times and he went down again.

🙂

Cycling back from town a few weeks ago and an unexpected slap round the face from a wayward strap attached to a skip truck found me gently clutching my cheek and hearing myself whimper-out a very camp 'oww'.

Weird, 'cause usually I'd wanna give chase; snapping at his wheels...!

Proper lost it attaching some meter tails that had been cut a tad short a few weeks ago - a nice dent in a panel to remind me to grow-up...

RealMan - Member

...and after about 10-15 minutes of playing, he throws his racket across the hall, hard enough to smash it into several pieces when it hits the wall...

*checks classifieds to see if there's a mint condition badminton racket for sale*

I ripped the door off a wardrobe and threw it at my wife - in 1988 (it missed). Been a placid soul ever since, but she occasionally reminds me of my tendancy towards domestic violence.

My only real recollection of losing it whilst driving was coming back up the M1 from Nottingham.. This woman came up on my right with a car full of young lads.. maybe 10-11 year olds. The lads were leaning out of the windows, gesticulating, swearing and shouting abuse at other road users, whilst the 'mother' sat there laughing at 70mph. I was so pissed at this woman that I drove up behind her flashing my lights then I drove along side her shaking my head before accelerating away.

Not much I admit.. but I was proper in a rage by this womans lack of parental responsibility.

Having reflected, I've seen just how stupid I was.

So you won and learnt a lesson. Result. 8)

Must say lost my rag and got out the car type of thing before, I never feel good afterwards and if i never do it again, that'll be a good thing.

on a daily basis at the moment.. full blown house wrecking, eye popping, purple faced, frothing ranting rage..

My 3 year old son is utterly exasperating..

Though I am taking solace in the fact that he is dealing with his challenging behaviour in a more responsible and mature way than I am..

Properly though, about three years ago.. sleepless nights with our firstborn, bickering and stress from undiagnosed post-natal depression..
We pulled up to the house after a blazing row in the car to discover that our neighbours chav kid had parked his scooter in front of our garage [i]again[/i]..
I marched up to their door and roared my displeasure at him, only to be met with a wave of teenaged belligerence..
As I sat seething in the car watching him sulkily move his scooter, I imagined that I saw some aggression in his body language and I leapt out of the seat fully charged, on my toes and ranting, moving swiftly in his direction..

he kinda cowered though, and I immediately realised that I'd misread the situation.. I felt quite ashamed 😳

My last proper loss of rag occurred in 1993-ish. A-Level Lit teacher and I didn't see eye to eye.

I've been angry since, but I internalise. Inside I'm all 😡 👿 but outside it's nothing but 😕 with a side of 🙂 .

Never show them you're weakness. Had that drilled into me from the 16s.

6'5 aprox 18 stone

So, 6'2/15 stone then. 😉

So, 6'2/15 stone then.

This is the sort of moment when I'm glad there are others on this forum who were on that ride and can vouch for me 🙂

So you won and learnt a lesson. Result.

About Sept of this year I found a photo of my wife and daughter taken by the man my wife was having an [s]affair[/s] 'friendship' with, the photo was taken in his back garden.

The result was not pretty and I was arrested, it went to the CPC but they didn't pursue it.

About Sept of this year I found a photo of my wife and daughter taken by the man my wife was having an affair 'friendship' with, the photo was taken in his back garden.

The result was not pretty and I was arrested, it went to the CPC but they didn't pursue it.

surely you mean EX wife?

I'm normally pretty calm with real people no matter how irritating they are, do tend to lose it with inanimate objects tho, specifically objects I can't find that I PUT RIGHT [b]THERE[/b] NOT TWO ****ING MINUTES AGO!!! normally whilst fixing the bike. So saturday night was the last time.

Oh and psychotic car drivers of course.

surely you mean EX wife?

Decree Nisi landed on the doormat last Thursday.

I've never really lost it with anyone really. I've had people screaming at me, fists flying and knives waved in my face but I've never actually lost control. The last time it happened (3 weeks ago, nasty bastard waving a large kitchen knife at me and my staff) I was surprised at how calm I felt actually. Cold actually, felt like I had ice water in my head. Felt very rational at the time and quite sick about 2 hours afterwards. Had to stop one of my people kicking the shit out of the individual once we'd got them down though 🙂

Full on red mist was probably 10ish years ago at a train station. Girlfriend (at the time) was on platform I popped off to get coffees came back and there are two chavvy girls right in her face "what were you looking at" rubbish. I waded in told them to f-off and after a bit of slanging walked down the other end of platform.

Couple of minutes later they follow, one tries to grab GF's hair so I bat her arm away, cue more shouting and two girls squaring up to me, luckily GF had escaped and got a couple of station employees who told them to move away or get thrown out. Never been so close to hitting a girl.

On train it continued, they came and found us. I'd calmed down/got my sense back and just stood in the way so they couldn't get at GF while they just shouted in my face. Then laughed and waved/blew kisses as they got escorted off for not having a ticket.

I get angry fairly regularly, but it's impotent, shouty frustrated anger. I'm a bit Victor Meldrew really, all mouth and no trousers.

I think the last time I properly lost it was at school. I was systematically bullied by a lad twice my size for about three years. As a wimpy geek, I was an easy target. Finally lost it during the middle of one of my typical playground beatings one lunchtime. Something inside me snapped and went, "you know, I'm not putting up with this shit any more" and I beat the snot out of him. Strangely enough, the bullying largely stopped after that. Slowed to a trickle, certainly.

I have a colorful past in this regard, and spent between 20 & 25 calming myself down and now find comfontation mentally challenging, to the point that its me that suffers with a mental flip out before anyone understamds what the issue is.

Sometimes I wish I was able to communicate in the straight forward yet educated language I could in my late teens, which may help me a lot.

Never show them you're weakness.

It's spelling.
HTH.

Yesterday outside the City ground with a black cab driver.

Cougar - Member
"you know, I'm not putting up with this shit any more"

Last time I was violent with someone was in same circumstances.

Decree Nisi landed on the doormat last Thursday.

lucky woman...... 😉

Proper lost it about 5 years ago when a guy repeatedly tried to ram me into the barrier on the central reservation of the motorway. Absolute red mist descended and had I got my hands on him it wouldn't have ended well. I followed him for a few miles screaming at him then calmed down and let him go.

Last actual violent confrontation would be about three years ago. Walking home from a restaurant when a random passer by made an obscene comment to my wife. No real red mist, no words exchanged, just a simple right cross. Last I saw of him he was sitting on the ground with blood pouring out his nose.

About 20 years ago is the first and last time I properly lost my temper.

It resulted in an ex getting run over.

I have since decided not to let it happen again.

I'm happy to blow off a few times a year, normally a mild mannered bloke but on occasion, if provoked, ill happily blow off to the offender/offending article be it human or in human.

I've never had situations get out of hand, none have ever ended in fisticuffs, more a progressive stand my ground in an authoritative manner then a few choice words followed by a stand off.

A couple of weeks ago was the last time, simple misunderstanding, I blew hot and fast (all over in a couple of seconds) that cured the situation.

I think it's healthy to blow once in a while, simply holding frustration in all the time equals a major crisis later on, that im not keen on.

The most serious was 7 years ago when selling my business, my then Partner in the business was in a very sticky financial situation personally and tried to undermine my partnership agreement to gain the upper hand. It escalated as she tried many ways when each attempt failed, finally she brought in her ex husband (and Accountant) who promptly set about pulling the business apart and blaming each decision of "failure" on me. (The business was doing exceptionally well at the time)
I blew, after the final 3 years of pent up frustration. And rightly so. The upshot being I sold my half of the business for a decent amount and got the fek out of it. The business failed 18mths later. That was all the satisfaction I needed.

Glad I let rip, it had to be done.

Also, I put a complaint in to his Accountancy Body about his behaviour and duely they reprimanded him.

There's some belters on this thread folks. Makes my little sweary eruption at my next-door neighbour, yesterday afternoon, seem quite tame really. As I didn't actually assault him/run him over or chuck a large object at him.

Maybe I should next time eh? 😀

ELZORILLO, for what its worth, I think you did the right thing. When you're being bullied sometimes you just have to stick up for yourself. The trouble is, when you fight someone far bigger than you, you can't really afford for them to get back up. When he poked you in the chest he was offering you a choice, back down and be controlled by him or take the gamble of fighting a far bigger man. You took the gamble and won. Embrace this victory. Stop making yourself feel bad about it. Look in the mirror and chant, 'I AM A TIGER! GRRRR!'

A mate of mine seems incredibly cheerful and positive but he has his dark moments.

Have called round his house sometimes and the bathroom door is hanging off its hinges because he's lost his rag or there are dents in the plasterboard where he's punched it or some item of furniture is broken

Always laughs it off but there is obviously another side to him I never see

Gah, last Friday night, few too many beers and we strayed away from the acceptable topics of conversation when you've had a skin full.

The old classic of church funding in public schools, should not have taken the bait.

There's some belters on this thread folks.

There are indeed. I posted ages ago about getting upset with another driver and being *tempted* to stop and have a go at them, and people were suggesting then that I took anger management. This lot kind of puts that into proportion. 😀

Having said that the last time I got properly arsey with anyone face to face was with a parking warden who had just ticketed my car for 'buying a ticket from the wrong machine'. He let slip that if I'd bought it from the right machine it would have been cheaper, so effectively he was fining me for paying too much. I may have called him a ****, several times. It's injustice which makes me cross.

I know I'm preaching to the converted ( :lol:) but there are many books available out there about this very subject, very few recommend holding frustration inward.. the inevitable implosion is usually the only outcome, most (if not all) recommend blowing off steam on occasion.

Violance, well thats a differant level.

3 weeks ago.

Motorist overtook me as i was entering a small roundabout and i had to swerve over to the left to avoid plowing into the side of him. I let fly with a few choice expletives and was about to carry on my journey when he screetched to a halt, got out his car and came over to me (still stood astride my road bike) and without warning shoved me with both hands and pushed me over into the road.

I was surprised as he must have been in his 50's and at 6'7" i'm a fairly imposing figure. Regardless, had a total red mist moment and just launched at him. I was happily smacking away until his wife got out and tried to drag me off him but he went for me again despite his wife now being between us. He actually hit his own wife as he was flailing around but afterwards when the police turned up he claimed that i'd assaulted him (and his wife!!) and wanted me charged. He didn't seem to realise the assault started when he shoved me over, not when i got back up and went for him. The police talked him around and that was the end of the matter.

Apart from the fact that my hand has now been in plaster for 3 weeks (1 to go) as i smashed my knuckle to bits on his face. This is why i very rarely hit people as my hands appear to be made of cheese.

On hindsight i wish i'd just carried on my way but after being pushed over my hand was kind of forced....

MrTall - was his wife screeching like a banshee "Leave 'it Darren!! Eees not worf it!!!!" while this was going on? 😆

I told an old woman to f-off sometime last year in a supermarket car park. Not my finest moment-i'm usually very polite and avoid confrontation whenever possible 😳

bikebouy - Member
I'm happy to blow off a few times a year

Few times a day for me..... 🙄

bikebouy - Member
I know I'm preaching to the converted ( :lol:) but there are many books available out there about this very subject, very few recommend holding frustration inward.. the inevitable implosion is usually the only outcome, most (if not all) recommend blowing off steam on occasion.

This needs more explanation, thats what I do, which results in (as I understand it) a meltdown which other people fail to comprehend.

The people who experienced this will be watching but hey here goes;

SITS this year - I believed I had agreed (after some convincing by others was done) to be in the "pro" team. I spent a fair while explaining I didn't want to ride around in mud and rain as that - and camping in the same conditions, is a very miserable experience for me.

So, we all know what happened this year eh? I didn't want to ride, and got stern looks, words and some even harsher words. I believe unjustly becuase I had made clear my issue.

However, upon reflection I do believe had I communicated this differently "we" would have all been happier".

a) I talked constantly to other members of the team to seek any verification and justification for not riding rather than making a personal decision.

rather than

b) Stating firmly I'm not riding, you all heard what I said, perhaps I'll make it up with a couple of dry-er laps in the morning oif the conditions improve letting others rest, goodnight.

I seem to have some issue with "not a thick" skin, and not being able to say no these days. :-/

Last time I lost it was in 2008 with the plumber from the firm that did my loft extension. He was clearly hung over from either drink or drugs and had flooded the floor below a number of times, then he said he'd connected a waste pipe to the fresh water supply. he hadn't but I lost it big time, shouting in his face. All the builders were smirking and trying to hold back giggles... I chucked him out and refused to pay him or the other plumber they sent round to fix his mess.

I lost it in a major way with a boy at school once who used to throw sticks at me as I walked home from school. he had to be taken away in an ambulance.

I work with my brother and my dad, it can get very heated in the workshop on occasion. Shouting matches then one of us walks off before it gets serious, we tend to see the signs that the argument is getting out of hand and leave it be for a while. Never hit my dad (we've both come close), brayed my brother a couple of times n hes brayed me back. But thats family so its all well and good, you say sorry (profusely sometimes,) and carry on with the job. Just don't do it on site.
I don't lose it with mates, i seethe when i've left the situation which probbly isn't healthy.
I more than often get mad at inanimate objects and have been kown to throw the odd hammer or spanner around. Booted a morrisons self service till once, right in the screen. Thats probably the best one.

A few weeks ago - in a car wash queue. there was no-one queueing so I put my car in the queue and went to buy a token. Then an elderly woman came in ranting and raving about someone blocking the queue and she couldn't get her car in to use the token she'd just bought.

I calmly and rationally explained why i'd done it and offered to move so she could have first go but she called me selfish and could i just now hurry up as she was busy and didn't have time to waste on tossers like me. So i again offered to move out of the way and she again gave me a load of verbal. By now the red mist was coming, but I was also enjoying having the high ground of being nothing but reasonable and polite while she was getting angrier and more abusive.

So i finished paying for my token and then went round to the car wash and moved my car out of the way at which point she refused to take the head of the queue! So i flat refused to go first and made her as she was in such a hurry. She lost it majorly, some extremely unsavoury language (bear in mind I'm still politeness personified, but like Krakatoa inside) but eventually backed down. And as she drove into the car wash gave me the w**ker gesture. Which was so close to the final straw, but by now the shutters were closing and the spray starting otherwise I'd have ripped her mirrors off and shoved them up her wrinkly old arse.

As it was I had the length of a car wash cycle to plan my revenge. As the shutters opened again, i was waiting at the front. I wondered if she would make to run me over actually but she didn't. So i went over to the window, and very pleasantly asked her if she was aware that she had a brake light out and she'd better get that fixed before an on-duty policeman saw it or she could get a fine and penalty points. Delivered authoritatively enough to make her wonder if she'd spent the last 10 minutes abusing an off-duty copper, but without actually making anything like a claim to being one (which i'm not)

She mumbled something about sorry and thanks and drove off.

Apart from the fact that my hand has now been in plaster for 3 weeks (1 to go) as i smashed my knuckle to bits on his face.

I believe that those who know more about brawling in the street than I, recommend that punches to the face are considered somewhat amateurish for this very reason - other areas of the body offer a better interaction of hard and soft favouring the puncher rather than the punchee.

Last had a proper fight at school. Sworn at the odd motorist now and again when they've done something really stupid that's endangered my life.

Having thought about the original question, I honestly can't remember. Perhaps back in school, aged 14/15??

I believe that those who know more about brawling in the street than I, recommend that punches to the face are considered somewhat amateurish for this very reason - other areas of the body offer a better interaction of hard and soft favouring the puncher rather than the punchee.

Is it ever permissable to go for the nuts? On the basis that the first task in a street fight has to be removing the likelihood of him punching you back, seems like a sensible tactic. Followed by running away, very fast.

Is it ever permissable to go for the nuts?

I've often wondered how a gorilla would react to a kick in the sweet meats, just in case i'm in the wild and get attacked, or fall into the gorilla compound at a zoo.