When have you been the most angry in life?

Phew -- *taps fingers together* -- I honestly don't know what would be the more angry, when I've been off-balance and outraged or coldly furious. Punched a few walls here and there, I know that much, but I couldn't say if there was one specific moment or incident that ranks above all others.

The strangest feeling? Er, pleasant or unpleasant?

I'm always angry for fuck's sake.

Erm... ::sputters:: I can't tell you that! I mean... seriously. Everyone has to draw the line about what they consider private. You can know my blowjob technique, but... no. Sorry. There are some things I'm not telling.

Road rage Kate?

My angriest moment involves a woman, Esctacy, and the Lunar Lounge in the UK. I ain't sayin' more than that (unless, of course, I want to). Let your imagination wander to & fro, because it'll be better than anything I actually have to say.

My angriest moment was finding out that my brother had died via a phone call from Louisiana while I was alone in a friend's house. Sorry, not very funny.

Oddly enough, when my car was broken into last year, I wasn't angry so much as I was frustrated. Stupid me, parking in the dark in New Haven with a CaseLogic case full of CDs sitting on the car seat, waiting to be taken. But then you fuckers take my BACKPACK? Do you REALLY need to know how to write Java programs, you uneducated mealy- mouthed half-wit pudfuckers?

OK, maybe I was a bit miffed.

Strange feeling = Love? I've a bittersweet tale of revulsion & confusion involving the woman mentioned in my 1st angry post that I'm not going to talk about. So fheff. (If you're REALLY desperate to know, e-mail me, and I'll be painfully vague and evasive about this sordid stuff.)

Well it was New Haven, I mean c'mon, well at least it wasn't Bridgeport, your car may have been on fire or riddled with bullets when you found it.

I don't remember what exactly caused it, but I shattered my car windshield with my fist one time when I was pissed. I have been way too angry at way too many things, I can't even begin to pick just one.

I don't think I'll ever be as angry as I was as a teenager, trapped in a small town, dreaming of the big city, discouraged at every turn by my parents.

Other than that, incidents like Anthony accounted in the Mooks thread make me very ,very angry. Just unwarranted fucking-with of any kind.

I had a boyfriend once who made me pretty angry, but that was just garden variety breakup shit.

Strangest feeling: once I felt like my brain had shifted in my head, like it had jolted from one side to the other. I wasn't on anything. It just happened while I was watching TV one night. I think it was just a panic attack. Hasn't happened since.

Some bands played at my house and a bunch of skinheads showed up, one in particular being a total asshole to one of my friends and then to me. The little runt called me a nigger and I was so ready to beat his fucking ass down, but seeing as there were a whole bunch of his moron friends there, I didn't exactly want to start a riot in my own house. Finally I managed to convince them to leave (their reaction: "This is a fucking MOD party anyway, let's get out of here") and I was so upset I managed to drink an entire bottle of Old Crow without even getting buzzed (this was probably the strangest feling part; everything was so clear and focused, and I was so inarticulately angry...it was almost like an inverted ecstasy trip). The next morning I wake up to find they had stolen all the money out of my wallet, and had kicked a hole in one of my walls. That's probably the most mad I've ever been. Fucking children.

Seething Anger- Trying to get a US visa. Christ you guys i want to go to school not blow up subways. Rage angry being told i was going back to boarding school.

― anthony, Monday, 16 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link

involved hippies.

the last 3 months living in this flat trying to deal with my fucking landlord. Strangest - hmm, porbably on, no make that coming down from acid and realising that I'd spent at least a fucking hour saying Everything is so beautiful. Lies goddamn it, Lies!

Strange Fruit almost collapsed once, for really stupid reasons, and I was incredibly angry then. But fortunately no-one actually saw how angry I was since all dealings were via e-mail. I've been angrier than that, too, but it's too personal to go into I think.

Strangest feeling? I always feel strange.

It was the last day of the last term in the 6th form and I gave my year book to somebody to sign. He passed it round all his mates, who covered it with every shade and texture of insult you could possibly imagine, from racism to big tits jokes. After a hellish secondary education, it was the last straw and all the anger that had been bubbling under the surface finally exploded.

I can only remember being angry three times. In ascending order of rage:

My parents not letting me watch 'Psycho' on TV when I was about 14. I shouted and shouted from my bed but they ignored me.

A guy in a camera shop in New York trying to rip me off. When I started causing a scene, his bizarre response was "Hey, calm down. This isn't Jamaica, you know". I got my money back in the end, though.

My sister insisting a chess game had to be abandoned when the board got knocked by the dog (even though we both knew where the fallen-over pieces had been) just because she was losing. I tipped the whole board over and stormed off. Then I had to apologise to my other sister cause it was her sandstone board and I had broken it.

Statistical analysis of these incidents reveals that anger only pays one third of the time.

― Nick, Tuesday, 17 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link

I threw a similar hissy fit when as a child I was playing pontoon with matchsticks (I can't believe my mate's mum taught us to gamble at such a young age!) and I was losing badly and stood up, swept the cards and matchsticks to the floor and stomped off. I later apologised but felt that this was an extremely noble and uncalled for gesture.

Once when playing cricket in the back garden with my dad and bro and (again) losing, my dad came and knelt down to hug me and I thwacked his leg with the cricket bat. This was more petulance than anger.

But most recent anger = last night in the gym when ALL of the machines were either being used or were broken or were too far from the TV with Channel 4 on for me to watch Hollyoaks whilst working out. I threw a massive tantrum stropping round swearing under my breath before marching out in a state of high dudgeon. I then wreaked my revenge on the gym by having pizza and a bottle of red wine for dinner followed by lots of fags. Ha!

I find it hard to get angry. It is singularly my best and worst feature, perhaps. Strangely, however, the most angry I have been recently was when someone in a club in Glasgow decided to punch The Pinefox for no good reason. If he'd tried it again I think I would have smacked him one (I have never been in a fight in my life), but he was so out of it he started saying he was 'our friend'. We had him ejected by security.

Oh and Madchen, I'm dying to know what happened next. Did you give them all a slap? Did you scream and shout until they ran away? Or did you just start crying?

Angriest: several occasions, but none stands out.

Strangest feeling: "wait till I recover that treacherous girl's body from the banks of the Stour ..."

I got very angry when I was about19 -20. My X husband and I just had just came into a local hotel and walking to a table, someone grabbed and held on to my ankle and I almost went sprawling! What happened next was appalling to me!Reflex took over and I hit him and told him to keep his hands to home! I felt terrible after. :(

i have been angry an awful lot in my life, so its hard to put a gage on when i was most angry. i will try...

i was at the CRown one night celebrating the end of a successful gig, drinkin with my buddies when some fuckin junky kept coming up to me and putting his arm around me and calling me baby, and i kept telling him to get off me and stop calling me baby and eventually i had to try to push him off me but he would grab my arms. yikes he was creepy. anyway he started insulting my band so i insulted his band then he pushed me off my bar stool and then i fully launched into him and we BOTH got kicked out of the crown even though it was clear he was creepy and harassing me and i got so incensed, i started yelling at the bartender and i think i might have tried to pick a fight with him too but i don't remember cos i was full of adrenalin and beer.

My high school girlfriend's dad was very posessive and wierd. One day he followed us to her mom's house and knocked on the door as we were in bed together. I hid in the bathroom while she got dressed and went to answer the door. He opened the door while she was half dressed and started verbally abuse her for being a 'slut' and a 'whore' while I trembled with rage behind the bathroom door. It was so painful and humiliating and I knew I could do nothing about it. I was weeping with rage. For weeks afterward I fantasised about killing the asshole, than finally decided that if I ever saw him on the street I would beat the crap out of him. Luckily I never did see him after that.

Playing soccer and having the game of my life, scored four goals but we still lost 6-5 to a bunch of farmers, after they moved aheard I took some kid (it was under 16) out for the rest of the year (and got away with it). I got used to this thing at the house level but this was rep gawd damm it and I've never scored four again in mylife in any sport (unless you count American Football), hell the year after that I moved to sweeper/mid and have never netted a goal since.

11:40 pm, Saturday 25 August 2001.

I only ever do anger when people hit me round the head. Then I can shock with a quite psychotic reaction.

I am a mighty beast when roused.

I had one of the stranges feelings in my life in 1984. My next door neighbor came over to the house to borrow some milk. I offered him a cup of coffee. We were sitting at the table.On the back of a spare chair, I had my husband's black suit. ( as my husband's father didn't have much more time here.) We sat talking for a few minutes, and I asked him one simple question :( The question was"Are you going to have another beautiful garden this summer?" He didn't have to answer because I could see just by looking at him that he was already dead. I didn't say anything. After I felt this, on his way out, he said perhaps W can wear this to my funeral! He was found 2 days later ... murdered. I felt guilty for years because I thought that if only I had kept him at my home he would still be here instead of leaving a wife & 3 young children :( I have long since have given up the guilt because it would have happened no matter where he was. ( just like all of us) It's just it was a great shock to me... :(

Once in school these boys were really winding me up in science class. I can't really remember what it was exactly they were doing, but I something inside me just snapped and I had this weird kind of blackout - for a few seconds I was in total darkness. Then when I came to I realised I was beating one of the boys over the head with my fist.

My most angry moment arrived in my sophmore year in college and upon the last day of my research class - we were all to give presentations on our vast amounts of research, so it was my turn, very last presentation, very last day of school. So I toddled up to the front of class and presented my research--I had spoken for about seven seconds when some ho-bag in the front row started heckling me and trying to argue with the research I had done. Soon enough, the entire class had joined in - when I tried to argue back, the same girl said, "Why are you getting so DEFENSIVE?" And, well, her outfit just pissed me off. She had on khaki shorts and a white tshirt and had her hair dyed to match the color of her skin. So I freaked out and started screaming at her and flipped her the bird and walked out of class, not finishing my presentation.