When was the last time you properly lost your rag

Playing rugby the day after this happened – https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=Daniel+james&rlz=1C1NIKB_enGB507GB507&aq=f&oq=Daniel+james&aqs=chrome.0.57j0l3j62l2.3373&sugexp=chrome,mod=8&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

Second row and the scrum goes down as a result of the opposition hooker deliberately taking out the legs of the tighthead prop. Me & the other second pile-drive into the ground i’m fine but he is a bit dazed and confused and look up to see the opposite hooker with a big grin on his face. I lost it, second punch ko’d him and on his way to the ground gave him a few more punches and kneed him in the face. Broke his jaw, nose, eye socket and cheek bone. He never played again (good) bit grim knowing that’s what lies inside

He never played again

but they let you carry on?

It was on holiday with my Mum and her husband

We drove down to the south of France, 2 days in a car with his constant stream of consciousness in my ear

Literally every thought that entered his head came out of his mouth. As the journey progressed he started being pedantic about inconsequential things as well. Like he didn’t want to stop in the larger motorway services in France as they ‘took more time’ (?) than the small ones

The next thing was driving around car parks for 10 minutes looking for a frigging tree to park under, despite having ice cold air con in the car

Was my turn driving, we pulled into a bigger services as me and mum needed a loo stop, so he was pulling his kipper about that. Then he was directing me where to park ‘under the tree, under the tree!’ so I parked under a tree after much fannying about, than it turns out it was the wrong bloody tree

Completely lost it, got out of the car, threw the keys at him, told him to drive his effing self

Got back in the car after 10 minutes and he started again, I didn’t think it was possible but I blew my top even more. He got a tirade of verbal abuse, the rest of the journey was fairly quiet 🙂

I think my mother was fairly shocked at my language 😀

I got an apology at the hotel, but was still too mad to acknowledge it

😯 Did you get done for that then banks?

Over the years I’ve got quite good at turning on controlled anger when dealing with muppets on the ‘phone or in shops and when they hear the tone of voice most people become more cooperative. Mostly.

Couple of years ago I lost my temper and had a big loud shouting match over my desk with a rather aggressive colleague who burst in to my office ranting about something, which ended in him storming back out having lost on points. It seems to have cured his habit because I haven’t heard him ranting since then.

The worrying one though was about six years ago when some prize a-hole came up on my left on the dual-carriageway and cut in sharply in front of me. I absolutely lost it big time, I just saw red. Hit the horn and the high beam and sat on his bumper until he suddenly panicked and shot off down a slip road. My heart rate must have hit a record high because for two days afterwards I had pains in my chest. Stupid really.

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

Quite. The scumbag saw a bloke in a shirt and thought I was an easy target. I don’t think he foresaw the outcome.
Having reflected, I’ve seen just how stupid I was.
If I got banned from driving, I wouldn’t be able work and that would severely **** my life up. My attitude whilst driving has changed massively as a result.

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 again..
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.

Absolutely. It made me question exactly what type of person I wanted to be. The the scowling angry easily wound up bloke or the smiling approachable easy going chap. Not a hard question to answer.

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.

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 THERE 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.

Come on, no need to bring the colour of his car into it.

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? 😆