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quote:Originally posted by mjgcarpenter
My temper was worse before becoming a parent. I try to stay calm these days but once a guy cut me off then proceded to brake check me twice with my kid in the truck. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the truck and at his door....It's tough having to explain to your 4y.o. that you were wrong to get out and yell at someone.
Would have been worse, for his momma to have to explain why that man killed his pop..[V]
I do occasionally. It is only when i am stressed and unhappy about something, i get a very bad temper. I was in this sort of pissy mood yesterday, and i decided to go fishing. Of course things weren't going well and i got several tangles. While i was untangling it, my lure went to the bottom and got snagged. I was very close to throwing my 300 dollar fishing rig in the water and going home lol. I did throw it sort of violently into the bed of my pickup on the way out.
After i cool off, i get embarassed about how stupid i acted.
I'm too passive/aggressive to break stuff.
My modus operandae is the "sit in silence for however long it takes"-thing.
Besides, why would I break my own stuff, or something I will eventually have to repair?
I'd have to say I have a pretty bad temper, but I can control it. I get mad easily, but I'm able to stop myself from tearing something up when I know I will regret it later.
one time the folks went out of town, so of course I had to throw a party. not just any party, but a casino party. somebody let me have their old wood pool table, I was going to use it as a craps table. they took the legs off so I could put it in my truck to take it to my house, but on the way there it fell out the back and skidded down the street until it stopped. *(&$($&!! I put it back in. it was all beat up but I figured it would still serve the purpose. me and this dude loaded it up into the living room. I went to put the legs back on... but I needed some kind of huge screwdriver to screw them back on. I didn't have one, so I used a tire iron with one of those pry bar tips on it. I had to push on the screw real hard, it kept slipping, it kept gouging the bottom of the table, I was getting reeeeal pissed off, finally it slipped and poked a bigass hole right through the table, I flipped out and beat the crapola out of the pool table with the tire iron, busted holes all over it, and since it was standing upright on its side I ran downstairs and grabbed the chainsaw, was yanking on the cord and got it started while running upstairs, my friend went "oh s***" and took off, I went RRROOWOWWOWOOWOWWRRRRRRRR and sawed it like they do on the ESPN chainsaw races, I sawed down, jammed the blade thru the table and sawed up, sawed down and up again, and again and again and crossways a few times until it was in ragged little pieces, the whole living room was filled with smoke and sawdust and crap I had to open the sliding glass door to air it out (it billowed outside, I don't know what the neighbors thought) there was wood chips and sawdust and crap all over the carpet, after I threw the pieces outside I tried to vacuum it all up but it clogged the vacuum cleaner, I just said "hell with it" and that's what it looked like when we had the party that night. we played cards and craps on the kitchen table. yay.
one time I went hunting with this dude, and every time I went over a damn barbed wire fence it kept snagging my clothes, one time too many so I wasted the fencepost with my 12 ga., ran out of shells so I buttstroked it and broke my stock in half. the funny part is, when we got back to our other friends, we told them this deer charged us and I had to beat it with my shotgun. I think they believed us.
I have a terrible temper. I was once served Chateau Yquem at more than room temperature. I actually snubbed the maitre'd on the way out. I'm sure they're still talking about it.
I've only destroyed one thing out of temper that I remember. I was working a M3A1 .45cal submachinegun (Greasegun), trying to put a new barrel lock on it. I was having a terrible time with it because you have to rivet this spring lock into place, and it's a pain. After installing about 3 locks on this thing and bending the springs, and still it wouldn't work. By this time I was seeing fire, and the Armorer was waiting on his sub, I took a hammer and bent and beat the crap out of it. I filled out the paper work afterwards and told him to take that POS and turn it in for a new one. I hated working on those thing after that.
about thirty years ago when i was still boozing i lived in Fort Worth Texas. Driving around town i kept a styrofoam cooler in the passenger seat filled with ice and beer. the ice was pretty sloshy but real cold when i made a hard right turn and the cooler turned over in my lap with all that ice cold water. i blew a fuse and in a violent rage i beat the styrofoam cooler to death.[:o)] it looked like wet snow in the car and i was soaked. Another time i bought a money order (around $15) from the post office and promptly put the wrong name on it. i flipped and in an idiotic rage i ripped the money order to shreds. me=[:o)] i seemed to have calmed down.(a little)
Once upon a time (about 1985/1986) while I was serving in a fairly large surface ship home ported in Norfolk, Virginia, another Division Officer wanted to give me one of his men.
Division Officers NEVER willingly give up a warm body. Never, no way, no how, for no reason what-so-ever. They will even fight to keep a warm body who is useless, so when they want to give you a man, you should immediately smell a rat. So I asked him "What's wrong with this young gentleman?" He told me he might have a little problem getting along with other sailors. I told him to let me think about it and I would let him know. He said he had already talked with the XO about it, and I was getting him.
I went to see the XO to find out what the deal was. The XO told me this young man had a terrible "uncontrollable temper". He liked to "sucker punch" people. Before people knew he was getting angry, the fight was over. I wanted to know why his behavior hadn't been documented and his carcass sent home by now. XO said some of it had been documented. They had had a meeting with the Commanding Officer, Executive Officer, two Department Heads and his Division Officer and they decided his behavior was on the borderline, but they wanted to give him another chance, so they were giving him to me.
I told the XO to send him on over, but tell him not to unpack his seabag because if he was really that bad I'd have him headed for home before the weekend.
As soon as he got checked in I set him up with an appointment to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist kept him for a full day. The morning after his appointment the doctor called me to fill me in on what he thought. He told me this kid was the craziest person he had ever met. He said he had a borderline personality disorder, he was an antisocial sociopath and had no empathy for feelings or pain of others. He acts impulsively with total disregard for the consequences. He said "In short, this kid's only interest in life is what makes him comfortable or happy at this moment".
I told the doctor "OK, fine. Just put that on a piece of paper over your autograph, and he'll be a civilian before sunrise tomorrow morning."
The doctor said "Oh, no no no, you don't understand. Crazy is a layman's term which has no medical or legal meaning. Insane is a legal term, which may or may not apply. I don't think he is insane, but a Courts Martial may not hold him responsible for his actions." He said he just called to let me know what I could expect.
I thanked the doctor for his time.
I went down to the mess deck to get a cup of coffee. I happened across this young man at the coffee pot. I told him what the psychiatrist had told me, then I told him "If you ever make a sudden move around me or anybody who works for me I will lay you out on the deck. There won't be any discussion or debate. If I ever have to lay you out, you shouldn't expect to get back up. Do you understand that?" He said "Yes, sir".
I don't know if our conversation had anything to do with it, or if there were other factors involved, but I never had a problem with him. He didn't turn into an outstanding sailor, but he finished his enlistment.
quote:Originally posted by guns-n-painthorses
quote:Originally posted by DavidNunn
wow James, you are an all around American hero !!! you must be the toughest SOB to ever serve !!
btw - that young sailor was me, and i pissed in your coffee every morning
Just think of how tough it was to aim that little dick into that cup!
I believe the teeny weenie wiener part, but this turd was never a sailor. [:D]
quote:Originally posted by Gotteskrieger
JamesRK, you could have pitched that nutty kid overboard and saved the world a little grief. i think it's called "lost at sea".
My point was uncontrollable tempers can be controlled. It just takes a little motivation. [:)]
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My temper was worse before becoming a parent. I try to stay calm these days but once a guy cut me off then proceded to brake check me twice with my kid in the truck. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the truck and at his door....It's tough having to explain to your 4y.o. that you were wrong to get out and yell at someone.
Would have been worse, for his momma to have to explain why that man killed his pop..[V]
After i cool off, i get embarassed about how stupid i acted.
My modus operandae is the "sit in silence for however long it takes"-thing.
Besides, why would I break my own stuff, or something I will eventually have to repair?
Try having a handicapped child.
Has the effect of tempering an out of control temper.
Puts a whole new outlook on MANY aspects of life.
Denial is a wonderful tool if used properly.
Division Officers NEVER willingly give up a warm body. Never, no way, no how, for no reason what-so-ever. They will even fight to keep a warm body who is useless, so when they want to give you a man, you should immediately smell a rat. So I asked him "What's wrong with this young gentleman?" He told me he might have a little problem getting along with other sailors. I told him to let me think about it and I would let him know. He said he had already talked with the XO about it, and I was getting him.
I went to see the XO to find out what the deal was. The XO told me this young man had a terrible "uncontrollable temper". He liked to "sucker punch" people. Before people knew he was getting angry, the fight was over. I wanted to know why his behavior hadn't been documented and his carcass sent home by now. XO said some of it had been documented. They had had a meeting with the Commanding Officer, Executive Officer, two Department Heads and his Division Officer and they decided his behavior was on the borderline, but they wanted to give him another chance, so they were giving him to me.
I told the XO to send him on over, but tell him not to unpack his seabag because if he was really that bad I'd have him headed for home before the weekend.
As soon as he got checked in I set him up with an appointment to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist kept him for a full day. The morning after his appointment the doctor called me to fill me in on what he thought. He told me this kid was the craziest person he had ever met. He said he had a borderline personality disorder, he was an antisocial sociopath and had no empathy for feelings or pain of others. He acts impulsively with total disregard for the consequences. He said "In short, this kid's only interest in life is what makes him comfortable or happy at this moment".
I told the doctor "OK, fine. Just put that on a piece of paper over your autograph, and he'll be a civilian before sunrise tomorrow morning."
The doctor said "Oh, no no no, you don't understand. Crazy is a layman's term which has no medical or legal meaning. Insane is a legal term, which may or may not apply. I don't think he is insane, but a Courts Martial may not hold him responsible for his actions." He said he just called to let me know what I could expect.
I thanked the doctor for his time.
I went down to the mess deck to get a cup of coffee. I happened across this young man at the coffee pot. I told him what the psychiatrist had told me, then I told him "If you ever make a sudden move around me or anybody who works for me I will lay you out on the deck. There won't be any discussion or debate. If I ever have to lay you out, you shouldn't expect to get back up. Do you understand that?" He said "Yes, sir".
I don't know if our conversation had anything to do with it, or if there were other factors involved, but I never had a problem with him. He didn't turn into an outstanding sailor, but he finished his enlistment.
wow James, you are an all around American hero !!! you must be the toughest SOB to ever serve !!
btw - that young sailor was me, and i pissed in your coffee every morning
In the British Navy no doubt.
wow James, you are an all around American hero !!! you must be the toughest SOB to ever serve !!
btw - that young sailor was me, and i pissed in your coffee every morning
Just routine hero stuff, son.
btw, I didn't notice the coffee tasting sweet, but I guess I just didn't notice.
wow James, you are an all around American hero !!! you must be the toughest SOB to ever serve !!
btw - that young sailor was me, and i pissed in your coffee every morning
Just think of how tough it was to aim that little dick into that cup!
quote:Originally posted by DavidNunn
wow James, you are an all around American hero !!! you must be the toughest SOB to ever serve !!
btw - that young sailor was me, and i pissed in your coffee every morning
Just think of how tough it was to aim that little dick into that cup!
I believe the teeny weenie wiener part, but this turd was never a sailor. [:D]
JamesRK, you could have pitched that nutty kid overboard and saved the world a little grief. i think it's called "lost at sea".
My point was uncontrollable tempers can be controlled. It just takes a little motivation. [:)]