have a melt down lately? and what counts as one...

so i count as a melt, i guess, when i just start screaming curses. this is often over stupid things - like, my fridge is overcrowded, and i never bother to clear things out... and so i put something in, there's not enough room, it falls out, i stick it back, it falls out, repeat until screaming and cursing ensues. so, daily things that irritate me, over and over, yet i may not do much to correct the situation., like, when i tried to post this, and it repeatedly failed to successfully post. so i scream curses.

then there's in public melt downs...  this can happen in stores or restaurants, esp if there is a chaotic line, or it's unclear if there is even a line. i seem to need things to be orderly. i don't mind waiting my turn, but if there are people cutting in, or there's disorder, i can get really angry and can confront people or clerks. if you do this in a polite way, it's fine, but i often don't have that polite way about me.

i often will leave in a huff, and i guess people might be mystified as to why this person (me) gets so worked up, and over what?

do you feel bad after one, or neutral, or ............. good? sometimes i've felt good, even if it meant demolishing a $100 laser printer. they break into a million pieces if dropped from the second story onto concrete.

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  • Raspberrypie,

    I'm absolutely with you on printers, I've destroyed several. I feel that they have but one purpose, and when they stubbornly refuse to fullfill it I just flip. I give them a great deal of verbal, uttering dire threats -  yet they just nonchalantly sit there!  You just cant reason with the things.

    Initially, after abandoning them at the recycle centre, I feel really good; however, I don't feel quite so good when I have to buy the replacement.

    Other things often get me wound up, but not in quite the same way as these recalcitrant little you-know-whats.

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  • Raspberrypie,

    I'm absolutely with you on printers, I've destroyed several. I feel that they have but one purpose, and when they stubbornly refuse to fullfill it I just flip. I give them a great deal of verbal, uttering dire threats -  yet they just nonchalantly sit there!  You just cant reason with the things.

    Initially, after abandoning them at the recycle centre, I feel really good; however, I don't feel quite so good when I have to buy the replacement.

    Other things often get me wound up, but not in quite the same way as these recalcitrant little you-know-whats.

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