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Anger Management
dav1965
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When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. It all started one day when I was sitting at my desk and remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. May I please speak with Robin Carter? " Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an a**hole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'sweetie' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an a**hole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'sweetie' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're interested in the Caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an a**hole!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first a**hole, ( I had his number on speed dial ), I thought I had better call the BMW a**hole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes, it is." "Can you tell me where I can see it?" "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front." "What's your name?" I asked "My name is Don Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home every evening after five." "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Don, you're an a**hole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two a**holes to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called A**hole #1. "Hello." "You're an a**hole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Don Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "A**hole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, a**hole." Then I called A**hole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, a**hole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are!" "You'll what?" I said. "I'll kick your *," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, a**hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 3 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. There I saw two a**holes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a news crew. NOW, I feel better. Anger management really works.
There are 2 times when a man doesn't understand a woman
- before marriage and after marriage
ATF,Eagle Guns
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an a**hole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'sweetie' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're interested in the Caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an a**hole!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first a**hole, ( I had his number on speed dial ), I thought I had better call the BMW a**hole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes, it is." "Can you tell me where I can see it?" "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front." "What's your name?" I asked "My name is Don Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home every evening after five." "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Don, you're an a**hole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two a**holes to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called A**hole #1. "Hello." "You're an a**hole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Don Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "A**hole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, a**hole." Then I called A**hole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, a**hole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are!" "You'll what?" I said. "I'll kick your *," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, a**hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 3 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. There I saw two a**holes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a news crew. NOW, I feel better. Anger management really works.
There are 2 times when a man doesn't understand a woman
- before marriage and after marriage
ATF,Eagle Guns
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"I clean the toilet bowl."
"How does that help?"
"I use your toothbrush."
Husband says: When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you
control your anger?
Wife says: I clean the toilet.
Husband says: How does that help?
Wife says: I use your toothbrush. [}:)][}:)][:0]
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medication
Yea, lead pills!
Any ideas on how to keep from losing it?
If people are doing those things to you, you need to find better people to hang around. It seems that you gravitate to "drama" much like a couple of other members. Get rid of the drama and what would you have to post about? Don
For instance if i am walking down a isle in a store and 5 hoodies are walking side bye side i will lower a shoulder and go through them. I will not back up and let them come through nor will i turn around and get out of their way. I just dont have reverse.
I really wish i could find neutral though. In NC you have lots of kids with no schooling.Its really really bad here.
....is the admonition I myself must remember more often and quicker.
We need to get it whooped before it whoops us my friend.
When I was younger I had a real problem with people. I now know that psrt of my problem was due to the ammount of pain I had to deal with.
As I grew out of my teenage years I decided if I am going to hurt like this I may as well share the pain with others. I was not a nice or good person. I did a lot of things that I wont discuss on here and most I have not even told my wife about.
I met my (soon to be) wife while working and something just snapped in me, the anger I had just stopped. If I had not met her I would Have been locked in prison or dead. My anger just turned into caring for my wife and family. People who know my wife, but did not know she married me, are shocked when they find out. They all ask the same thing, is he mean to you and the kids. I have never been a problem to my family. Even my parents have told her how much of a change they have seen. Rita has never seen the other side of me. It has been close due to what I fealt to be threat to my wife or kids.
We had a problem with a guy who has been "fueding" with me since high school. He showed up at my house with friends to teach me a lesson, now that I am a *. (his words) It was wierd to instantly feel that old anger shoot to the top and be ready to do what needs done, that means anything to protect my wife and son at the time. The whole thing stopped when two of his buddies that new me from the old days changed thier minds. That night Rita told me she is not sure what I have done, who I have done it to but was totally at peace knowing that fire still burns inside me to protect my family.
Okay that brings us to the present.
The excample you use of people in your way and you just shouldering through them. That kind of stuff means nothing to me. I will step aside it means nothing, does not make me less or them better its just not worth it. I dont get mad at much of anything, unless it means a problem for my family that is all that counts. I can stand and have a two bit twit call me names in a parking lot, I dont give a crap. I just dont see the reason for acting like I did, unless my wife or kids and at times anyone I am out with needs help or is in danger. That is the biggest thing to me, if it is not danger its not a problem.
My suggestion to you would be to relax, focus on the well being of your family. Pushing your way through a group of punks may bring trouble to your house and that means threats to your wife, kids, grandkids and anyone eles that may happen to be there. Just got to try. It is hard, if not for meetig Rita I know I could not have just changed like I did, I had no reason to. You need to find your reason to "let it go" it will be hard to do.
As for the lying and stealing that should not be hard to do, let the people get "help" from others.
The problem is not anger, but pride.
Anger is just the symptom.
And pride goeth before the fall.
I've found that aging has abated most of my anger issues.
Gettin' old may be what they meant by "the fall".[8D]
I need to learn how not to get mad. I just cant stand for people to lie and steal from me. Its hard to keep anger checked. Any ideas on how to keep from losing it?
Cut off all ties and move out in to 100 acre compound. That's how hermits are made. With mail order you can live pretty well.
This won't solve your anger problem but will help a lot. Stay away from people that lie and steal!
Turns out managing your anger with alcohol pisses everyone else off so I'm thinking its a rigged game.
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I found it helpful.