It takes a lot, to put me in the red, but once I’m there, it takes a lot to bring me down. It is a process. Tempers, are not necessarily controllable. It takes introspective work, and then some. When most females get worked up, it’s almost impossible to get them calm.
Sometimes guys, have to fight. But then they may become friends. It’s weird, how that works. My brother/best friend used to fight about once a year. I’ve fought most of my male friends. When it’s over, we’re good. I know that my brother and I have destroyed about 5 Christmas trees, and dozens of pieces of furniture. But we’d die for each other. Sometimes, we have to get the steam worked out though. I’ve fought my father multiple times too. Although he trained me to fight. We used to have a few pairs of 16 ounce boxing gloves. The only rules, were, not the face. But the fucker, ALWAYS suckered me in the jaw. Then, it was a real fight. As I got older, and bigger than him, I would push him.down, if he hit my face. That got the situation more heated, but I’d just push down again. My mother hated it. But we’d get after it, a lot in my teens. We broke lots of furniture, and drywall.
In fact, I destroyed my sister’s house once. There was a party, and I went inside to get a beer. I was probably 20… And this guy who’s bigger than me, and was probably 30, was like strangling a man, on the kitchen floor. He was much bigger than him, and he was killing him. I grabbed him by his throat,with my right arm, and wrapped my left arm around his left arm. He thrashed around violently. He was stonger than me. I didn’t let go though. We went down the halls, and all through the house. We broke multiple doors, and literally went through the walls, multiple times. In fact, we basically destroyed the house. There were holes all down the hallway, and in a couple rooms. I never let go, and eventually worked him.out the back door. I threw him on the ground, and my other friends jumped him. He was a prick, and always started fights, at every party.
There was a bon fire, and lots of people outside. He got into his car, and drove around, trying to hit people. He ran over a bunch of kid’s bikes, and left. My sister, was NOT happy with the damage to her house. Then the fucker drove back into the yard, and tried running people over again. He made several runs, around the fire, and everyone pelted his car, and then he left. I took the girl I was with, and left. I was covered in drywall dust, and not very happy. I was embarrassed, about what we did to my sister’s house. I later helped repair it. The guy who was getting strangled, killed himself, a few years later.
The guy I engaged, got stabbed, at another party.Wasn’t me! It was Halloween night, and he started shit with the wrong guy, and a huge riot broke out. I got as many of my friends in my van, and chirped out.
I was “calm,” in both cases. I just wanted to stop people from getting hurt.
Robert. The big jerk, started fights, at almost every party he was at. I don’t know what his problem was. But for a guy his size, probably 6’7 , 290 lbls, he was a jerk.
Long winded story. Sorry. But I had a few run ins, with him. And every time, I got madder, and more aggressive with him. Seemed relevant….