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The fact an innocent person had to die due to a nurse's laziness before anything was done is pretty damn horrifying

I’m glad in story #5 that the dad listened, got help, and became a better dad. All parents should do that.

This is a story my grandma told me. When she was 19, she worked at this diner and would serve and cook food. She was considered one of the nicest people there and showed no signs of being one to snap at people. However, one day when she was cooking in the kitchen, one of the cooks kept touching her even after she told him to stop. Once the guy did it one more time, she went AFTER HIM. She picked up the biggest knife near her and chased him around the kitchen and the diner itself. The guy got fired and she didn't get in any sort of trouble at all.

I was in rehab and a minor female overdosed and died in the detox section. Some guys were laughing about it and I flipped out. Her parents expected to get their child back and had hope and got opposite of what they expected.

Kudos for the dad in Story 5 for going to the doctor. Admitting you have a problem is not easy.

Angry Phineas was the scariest thing from the show

Story 5: The dad saw his own reflection through his daughter's eyes and didn't like what he saw. He got help. He got better. ❤ It makes my heart happy when things turn out like that.

My story: Elementary school, I was bullied and had been taught to bottle up anger and let it out. to the story: I have ADHD and autism, i was relatively smart and pretty chill. never fought back. This made me a huge target. So there's this one kid, we'll call him Keven. He looked like that kid from polar express. the know-it-all. and he was a huge now-it-all. same glasses, same cut, same voice, everything. he had goons who would pick on me all the time. not as bad as Kevin, but bad. The meat: One day one of his goons (goon) was fallowing me home and calling me names and asking "why didn't i fight back, pussy? I know you can" I was a pretty tall kid. the names went on for a bit, he started smacking me in the back of the head. I took it. After a bit I got tired of it. The straw that broke the camels back was him calling me a "Dumb worthless autistic retard, who would never amount to anything" I wiped around and hit him with my BB8 lunch box (witch still had the apple and some carrots in it) right in the cheek. I threw off my back pack and just wailed on this kid. All of the anger from 6 years in that stupid place released in one moment. I just screamed, and babbled, no words, just incoherent screaming. The only words i said where "THIS IS WHY! YOU ASKED! I ANSWERED" Goon screamed and cried, he landed a few hits, but i was in so much rage I didn't flinch. I only stopped because i saw another kid looking on. By the time I was done, the kid had a black eye, bloody nose, and some scrapes and bruises. I later learned that he suffered a concussion. When he told someone, no one believed him. because i was me. I came out on top Kevin, if you're out there and somehow heading this, screw you. I hope you choke on a baby carrot at a mcdonalds and die with no one by your side.

ok so my story is: once at school (everyone in class was 14/15) we had a test in our language class and since I had missed a bunch of school due to being sick my grade in that class dropped since I wasn't there for the lectures. so the test is during third period and we had a double wood working before that aka everyone was rehearsing for the test, and this one girl kept yelling at everyone how she needed them to sit exactly where she wanted them to cuz she was going to cheat and she needed to be behind people. I was stressing cuz of the test and her yelling eventually caused me to just start screaming at her and I cried. she then apologize and stopped yelling. five minutes later we had the test and I ended up getting a B.

My story: Growing up, my older sister has constantly critisised and shamed me about everything. School accomplishments, relationships, hobbies, dreams etc. I never (or rarely) raised my voice against her or really confronted her as I wanted to just keep the peace. I am also just not that kind of person and many friends say that they cannot imagine me pissed off. Now on to what made me snap. I moved away from my home country to study and happened to meet the love of my life. We have dated for 2 years now and have discussed marriage and future life. My sister came to visit and I mention that I want to marry my boyfriend, possibly within 1-2 years. She went off, saying I was too young and immature and that I would change a lot and would fall out of love and that I need to wait at least 10 years. At first I tried to reason with her and say that people move at different paces but she kept at it for multiple days. Even texting her boyfriend about me being an idiot. In the end, she said that 50% of marriages end in divorce and I am going to add to that statistic. I snapped. Hard. I began screaming at her until my throat hurt (I lost my voice actually) and I had to sit down during it because my heart beat too fast and made me lightheaded. I screamed out all of the years of bottled up emotions I had against her. I could tolerate her critisising everything else in my life, but not this. Even so, she didn't see reason. So I told her to get out of my life. I haven't spoken to her since and I have honestly never felt better. Even though at the time I thought I would have a heart attack from the adrenaline xD.

Two things before I tell you about this. One, I have had sensitive ears ever since I was born, and it can get to the point of me having a full-blown panic attack if it gets too loud. Second, I'm generally a calm, quiet person that would never hurt a fly. However, there was one moment when I just couldn't take it anymore. It was in my science class. My class can get incredibly rowdy at times, and it is incredibly loud. I wear these special earplugs to school that filter out background noise, but even with them, it's still way too loud. The day that this happened, there was a substitute teacher, which gave the class an excuse to get even louder. About 25 minutes in, and the noise is too much. I'm on the verge of tears as the rest of the class goes bat-sh*t crazy. There was definitely a leader to all this chaos, I'll name him Kyle. Kyle was one to always get under my skin, and it was the same with the teachers. I'm trying my hardest to keep it together, but it was just too much. The thing that pushed me over the edge, however, was when Kyle threw a scrunched-up ball of paper at me, knocking one of my earplugs out. And that was it. I snapped. I yelled at everyone to shut up for once in their life, going on about how the noise was pushing me to my absolute limit, and also how they should do something useful for once by shutting their gaping mouths. While I was yelling at everyone in general, it was primarily directed at Kyle. Once I stopped, the whole class was silent. The teacher went to see me outside, and i just broke down crying when she asked if everything was okay. I'll forever remember that day as the one time I lost my temper.

Happened to me literally TODAY. I am basically as calm as you can get. I lose my temper extremely rarely, and basically laugh everything off. Both my parents are dead and when people joke around, and I know it's jokes, I just laugh. But today, I just wasn't taking it. I have boyfriend who did a suicide attempt yesterday, trying to overdose on prescription drugs. He is currently in a coma, and even though he have high chances of survival, is still absolutly terrible. At school this afternoon, one of my (Now ex) friend was laughing at that. My best friend told him to stop saying that kind of stuff because it just wasn't funny anymore. He continued. He wanted to play chess with me so my board was on the table (A very expensive one, maybe 150$), and he was placing the piece. He was still smiling. I told him what the fuck is wrong with him and he answered 'I just don't care'. I was in rage, but still calm on the outside, and just walked away. I *never* leave my board just like that, so he probably understood how pissed I was. During class a bit later, he walked toward me, and told me 'Look, do you want me to be honnest or to say that I care about him ?' I absolutly lost my shit. I yelled how absolutly horrible he is, how it doesn't matter if he cared about him and that it is a human life that is on risk. He answered again the same thing. I am 5'8, maybe 120 pound wet. He's 6 foot tall and 260 pounds, a literal hippopotamus. I didn't let back any anger in my punches. Nothing. It took a good 10 seconds for the PE teacher to interviene (Probably shocked that 2 good friends were fighting so bad), and I'm out of school until next semester. This bitch is better not talking to me ever again. If you guys are wondering about it, I will update on my boyfriend situation as soon as I can

the neglect of the last nurse is horrifying. That woman was dead for hours before anyone actually checked on her

That first story is such a good example of people that you can’t win against I personally resonated a lot with that story due to my horrible parents- I learned that you can’t “win” against those types of people. You’ll never get through to them and have them udnerstand how much pain they’ve caused you. This is a hard reality, and a tough one to swallow.

It’s always scary seeing the calm people getting mad

My own story: I’m 14, and I’m usually calm around people while on school, however a kid my age (call him R) and his friends would inappropriately touch me for a decent 3 months. Eventually I straight up got him pushed and knocked over in about 2 seconds (about 200lbs as well) and started calling him everything for a decent 5 minutes and left. Problem with other 14 year old males, they don’t learn. Edit: im a dude, and he recently put soup and melted cheese in my bag 💀

When hubby’s sweet grandma was in the nursing home, all family members would go to visit with her. One day after work I decided to run over to visit. When I got there, the residents were eating in the dining room so I sat just out of sight and waited. All at once I saw a nurse grab Grandma’s wheelchair and push her backwards across the room. I ran over and asked what in the h she was doing. She said that Grandma spilled her milk again and that she spills it at every meal. I told the nurse “Of course she spills it. She’s blind. That’s why she is here!” This nurse had no idea she was blind. She teared up and begged me not to report her for the incident. Grandma was okay and I really didn’t want to see the nurse get fired, but I told her if I ever saw any mistreatment in the future, I was reporting it.

the thing about kind and patient people? their rage is pent up stress to the limit, so when we snap, pray it's not your face we want on the floor

My mom always yelled at me for sticking up for people, disagreeing on little things with her, and having my own opinion. She told me constantly to shut up and not to say my opinion. This has led to me taking on other people's opinions and saying that around them while saying the opposite to another person so everyone thinks I agree with them on everything. I don't tell people my opinion on anything because I'm afraid that they will yell at me or stop being friends with me.

That last story... I can't get the image out of my head of that lady dying alone and the nurse never checked in on her.

Glad that story #5 had a happy ending. When I was in high school, I was angry a lot. I was a hormonal teenager. But when I went to college that changed. I decided to be as chill and laid-back as possible, and I succeeded. I was still a teenager, but being out on my own and away from my family certainly helped. (There's nothing wrong with my family by any stretch. I just liked the independence.) Several of my new college friends remarked that I was one of the most chill people they knew. I did start casually swearing, but that was just a part of the culture. Anyway, flash forward to after college. I'm still fairly chill, and I've just gotten a new job as a collections agent. I'm not terribly comfortable at the start of this job. We're promised four weeks of training, and then two weeks of shadowing agents on the floor. We're put on the floor alone on our fourth day. I was called in early on about not being aggressive enough about collecting from people. I needed to convince them to pay up, or else. I already knew this job was not for me. I'd get home shaking and my drinking escalated significantly. Anyway, eventually, I call a customer only to find that he has died and his grieving widow answers the phone and tearfully explains what happened to her husband. The debt that he had is not the kind that is inherited by family members upon his death. Anyway, I tell her I'm sorry for her loss, and I hang up. The next day (my seventh day on the job), I'm called into the manager's office again, and she tells me that I needed to try to collect from the widow while I was on the phone, even though the debt was no longer valid. (So it turns out it's not illegal to try to collect on invalid debts, AND they wanted me to prey upon a grieving widow.) I BLEW UP. Quit on the spot and yelled at them until they called security to escort me out of the building, still bellowing at the top of my lungs. Collections is not for me. I looked into the eyes of some people who had been there for years, and they were just empty. I worked there a week and I count myself lucky to have gotten out with my soul intact. (Not everyone in collections is a soulless husk, or destined to become one, but the people I worked for and with at that company were.) TL;DR: Blew up when told I should continue to collect a no-longer-owed debt from the grieving widow of a recently-deceased debtor.

I remember there was this one kid that was getting picked on by the guy that sat behind him in school. He would poke him and do other annoying things along with things outside of class. One day out of nowhere this kid stood up in the middle of class looked at the bully and said "STOP IT I DON'T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT" everyone died and he didn't bother anyone again 🤣

Story #14, the insult, "I hurled so many insults at her even Gunnery Sargent Heartmann would have asked me to tone it down." made me laugh

I still remember yelling at a classmate (when I had undiagnosed social anxiety at the time, I'm diagnosed now) which was very out of character for me. we were playing a game where you had to speak and I started refusing to play it because people would always get fucking competitive and would chew me out and I had enough issues at that time. so the classmate sitting right across from me told me that I was overreacting. I told him I can't speak when all the attention is on me and he said "you're overreacting, just do it." I lost it. I flipped my shit and yelled at him, at that point not caring about the attention I got. he was horrified, but he deserved it. I do not regret it because he always had been patronizing about stuff he could not relate to and pretended like he did.

After a week of my college roommate yelling at me for the slightest thing, I snapped. One morning, she screamed bloody murder at me for waking her up (It was 8 AM and I had class at 8:30). I went to the bathroom to change, but I needed to return to the room to grab my bag. My roommate screamed more about how inconsiderate I was etc... I absolutely lost it. A week of abuse came pouring out and I said many many terrible things.

Once upon a time I was in elementary school. I didn't know it but I had autism my entire life (this is an important detail), but I was as normal as any other kid was. Everyone at school was so friendly and I was a very popular kid (it is also important to note I was calm and friendly.) Then middle school came. Pretty much all my friends left me and branched off into their groups, as they do. It clicked. All that friendship was nothing but a mere illusion, say 1 or 2 kids who stuck with me. I throw chairs, eat textbook paper, knock over the cafeteria garbage can. I was filled with rage for seemingly no reason at the time. These outbursts only got more intense, as the guidance counselor I constantly got sent to thought yelling at me would make the situation better. These DID NOT STOP UNTILL HIGH SCHOOL, where I was wiser and able to reflect to see what was wrong (and get an actual helpful counselor). On top of that I got into a new school that supported me and my needs. If you read to the end, thank you.

When I was in 5th grade, there was this one Pick-Me- girl that we'll call X. To certain people, she was a nice person, but to others, she treated them like garbage. One day, at lunch, she kept hitting the milk carton, saying "It won't explode." It quickly started to leak the milk inside, and me and my friends took it away from X and threw it away. She began to scream at my friends, and I lost it. I yelled so loud that kids from a completely different table all grew silent. She didn't really change her ways, but at the end of the year she was much nicer to me than she was before. Do I regret yelling at her? Absolutely not.

my story is: when i was in elementary school, there was this one girl that always thought she was above everyone. whenever we were doing something even remotely off-task, she'd tell us that we were supposed to be doing [what the directions were] and not being idiots. she also was TERRIBLE in arguments. i could literally predict everything she was going to say based on what i said. if you have a valid point, it's "be quiet". if you tell her she's not the boss of you, it's "never said i was." this isn't gonna be one of those stories where the teacher is on her side or helps me out, he'd already told her several times to stop with the behavior. so one day when we were on a field trip, she was sitting with her friends and i overheard what they were talking about and asked them something about it (i can't remember what it was). the girl goes ahead and says it's none of my business, and then something unexpectable happened. all of her friends started taking my side, and it was almost like they'd been planning it, they did it so smooth. one of them said, "first of all, he wasn't insulting you, he was just trying to ask you a simple question." another one said "second, literally every time someone makes a point about something you did, you try to shut them up." they didn't finish though, because another girl started choking. still, it was worth it.

People have always praised me for how kind I am. I recently realised in therapy that I’m just almost incapable of being angry, which isn’t a good thing. There is one time I shouted at a teacher though. Completely justified. I remember the alpha dude of the class (who I never really talked to) patting me on the back and saying, “well done,” after class. I think I surprised a lot of people then. And yet…I think I was more panicked than angry. Get angry, people. It’s not a bad thing to set boundaries. Just do it when it’s justified in stead of terrorising people. My brother is the polar opposite of me, and…yeah that’s arguably MUCH worse, even to himself.

I just expected one of these stories to end with the phrase, "And then they mysteriously disappeared after we fought."

In middle school, I was repeatedly denied my accommodations. In 8th grade, we had a substitute teacher. I was getting stressed out, and I had just come from a conversation with my math teacher, (The best teacher in the world, thank you Mrs. Wilson!), about my rights to extra time and to excuse myself from class. It was loud. I was tired. I walk up to the substitute, I ask to go to the counselor's office. Sub says the counselor is busy. (I got that a lot, my counselor was honestly just a terrible person. Happy to elaborate if anyone is interested.) I straightened up, looked her dead in the eyes, and told her that I needed to see the counselor, and that she had to let me go. Sub still wasn't letting me leave. After some back and forth, I said, "You will let me go to the counselor. There is a signed document, signed by both my parents, my counselor, and the principal, that says that I get to go see the counselor whenever I FEEL that I NEED TO." Whole class went silent, sub called an AP to escort me to the counselor's office. I'm in high school at the moment, and I am so proud of myself for doing that. I will never let others deny my needs. Never again.

My own story: My mom used to go to Monday night bible studies at our old church and at the time I was a young and dumb 13-year-old who was still walking the line of somewhat knowing what she was doing and just winging it. I volunteered for the child care program and at one point I got put in charge of one room of kids. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with them and they were all hyper and at one point, I get so agitated that I just screamed. That was almost 6 years ago. So that’s why I never want to be put in charge of a bunch of 5-10 year olds

I can be an extremely polite person to new people, a very comfortable and chaotic person with people I trust and know, and a machine of destruction with people that don't know how to hold their tongue and don't know what stop means. It's all in my mental list and I have a system for dealing with bullies 1. Ignore 2. Tell To Stop 3. Threaten 4. Tell Somebody And if all else fails 5. Smack A B****

15:43 I DIED at the delivery of that line. Good for whoever wrote that story.

Story one is infuriatingly sad Story five is incredibly uplifting and wholesome.

Apart from being hyperactive in my much younger years, I am a very docile person. One day in art class I had my art book open and I was staring off into outer space, this is something I did a lot. There was this boy sitting on the same table as me, this was in high school so I didn't know most of the people there. He caught my attention, pointed at my open book and asked "what's that" with some dumb smug look on his face. The page I had left my book open on was a page about a country I think, I dunno, can't really remember. I tell him "oh, it's about a country" or something like that. He began to make that smile that you do before you burst out doing and said "no, what's THAT" and he pointed directly on my art book where, when I wasn't looking, he decided to doodle the fricking natzi symbol in my art book. So not only did he doodle in MY art book which is technically vandalism, he drew a cursed symbol that would get me in trouble if I hadn't noticed it. This awoke something in me, something I never knew existed in my very soul. In a couple milliseconds I clenched my hands into fists, slammed my arm down on the table and shouted aloud for the whole class to hear "WHAT DID YOU DO!?". Ths sucker thought he was funny but, thankfully, my art teacher though otherwise. She escorted them out of the classroom and helped me get rid of the wretched scribbles by putting some shiny golden tape over it to make it look intentional. This whole outburst of anger thing has only ever happened to me once and it still shocks me till this very day, I mean there was no build up no nothing. I don't I'll ever have another outrage like that again since I'm really chill now. I don't know though, life may very well surprise me.

Story 1 I would have lost my shit and turn into the Hulk

If justice was served, tens of thousands of parents would be in jail for their horrendous actions.

"Sometimes justice is a dish best served and other times it's served extremely wet. Ruined iPod and all." Best line of 2023 so far.

Mine was that some kids a couple of grades below us kept opening our classroom door and screaming inside it My boyfriend (who has brain wave disorder, among other neutological disorders that cone from that since he dreams a lot less than the average person) had a pretty rough day, our chemistry test came back, he failed his favorite subject, the teacher decided to "punish him" by not letting him participate in an experiment Now then, the kids are yelling, we close the door, they open it again, and my boyfriend slammed the door and yelled that they should shut up as loud as he can. Now, normally, the only thing you hear from him is his loud laugh. He's calm But then the kids open the door again and one of them says to the other, "What wasthat about? Is he dumb? Is he retarded?" I made my way towards them, my boyfriend is getting held back by his best friend. A girl from my class tells me to stay inside because "We don't want any trouble." I wanted trouble. I go outside and see one of the little shits hiding inside another class They try to keep the door closed, but to no avail I open it, barge inside, and wait for the room to go quiet I start yelling at them that it's rude and inappropriate to call someone retarded and that they should in general shut the fuck up for once, that if they want to yell and scream that they should go outside for their breaks One kid, that was the class president i think, total douche said "I didn't do nothing, why are you yelling?" (Despite him being the one who said it) I snapped, I told him that I didn't care who of them did it and that he, the little failure that he is, should start taking responsibility for his class and to stop shifting blame around After i kicked in their trashcan I left and was met by the face of a teacher I walked past him and he followed me He asked me what i was doing, I told him the full story and he gave those little shits hell for the whole lession Justice

Bro that 1 guy totally should’ve taken that offer and go on Doctor Phil w his parents,that would’ve been awesomeee revenge and dragging their asses on tv

Moral Of The Story: Never get on a calm person bad side.

One of the good things about being calm is when you finally yell, everyone will know that you’re very serious or angry about something

Here's my story: once upon a day, in my 8's, I was just a quiet friendly boy which really liked drawing. I was fan of warstuff and military vehicles. It was in 3rd year of my primary school. A girl secretly had a crush on me and she liked my drawings, and sometimes when I finish my, let's say art, she would say "hey the artist has finished painting!" I immediately fell in love with her. A boy (I'll call him joe) was jealous because he had a crush on that girl (let's call her lina). One day, I just finished writing my lesson and then I get my drawing tools. I decided I would draw something for lina. Something very amazing. So I tried to draw a p51 mustang (a warplane). I just finished it and then I would tell lina to look at it. Just by her expression I could tell she was impressed. It was the best day of my life so far.* Howerever*: joe, which was seeing me gifting her that drawing had a malicious plan. He just decided to get the paper I gave to lina and yanked it out of her hands. I just thought he wanted to see it because it was good so I told her he's gonna give it back. And in that moment, the unexpected happened. He just ripped all my hard work and precision I've put in that. Enough is enough, I was so raging ven my friend was a bit panicked, I grabbed him from his shirt and I yelled at him: WHY THE HELL YOU DID THAT YOU IDIOT! the teacher immediately came to me and told me to calm down. And she also gave joe detention. It was good to have my sweet sweet revenge because boy did I put a lot of time In that thing.

Here's my story: I was 11, in the 5th grade. We were taking a math test. This girl (we'll call her Zoe), wouldn't just shut up. I shook it off. Later that day, i was asked to hand out papers. It came to Zoe's paper. I stood there, looking for it. She scoffed and went "Ugh, what do you want?" and i had about lost it. I slapped her across the face. Did i feel bad? Absolutely not. And to this day, i'm still proud of myself for having the courage to even look at her, sayuing she was a "popular" kid and i was a "loser".

I feel so sorry for the first guy and his family, I pray they have a better life from now on🙏🏼

I wanna share my story! One time, I was at school, and all my classmates changed their seats. And, oh boy, I was seated with the kid I rough-housed with a little. This time, he was really persistent. He kept tapping me pretty hard on my shoulder, neck and head. I kept telling him to stop while I was talking to someone because I was working on an assignment that I hadn't completed since it was too hard for me to do on my own. I do my assignments really late into the night, so I couldn't really get help from anyone. Anyways, this dude, let's call him John, kept bugging me. And another class mate, let's call this one David, was jokingly saying to start fighting. I was busy with my work, and they wouldn't stop, so I yelled "FUCKING STOP YOU MORON" and they kept going. I'm usually a calm and stoic person, and I though being poker faced most of the time would help. Didn't work at all. So, I pushed the guy and threw him down. We were sitting in chairs m, mind you. I told him to fuck off and let me continue, but he was saying "you get mad when I retaliate, you geek". When he said that, I screamed "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP, I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR SORRY ASS, AND YOU'RE COMPLAINING THAT I'M PUSHING YOU? YOU HIT FIRST, AND NOW YOU'RE PLAYING THE VICTIM CARD? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO DEAL WITH EVERYONE'S BULLSHIT AND BE AS PATIENT AS POSSIBLE" something along those lines. After that, he stopped and changed seats.

I love the am I the jerk and the narrator. I love that he made a new channel for more content

17:37 True facts. And it's a solid reward for those of us who try our best to be patient and calm, despite the humanity's endless supply of stupidity, inconsideration, ignorance and selfishness..

I can relate to story 11 so much. I work in an open kitchen and people constantly try to wave me over for service. Like I'm clearly cooking the food you're about to ask for

I have such a story... It was school, i was in 9th grade at the time. There were guys who bullied some people for just being different. Both of them merely 1.50M and 45 kilos, but their presence and never being alone made them scary to us. I was 1,80M and weighed 92Kg. One of my friends got bullied for wanting to be economic, another got bullied for being a girl... I got bullied for stepping up to that shit... and for not being racist, literally. And being "fat". That happened since the 5th grade, i'd interpose myself so my friends wouldn't be bullied but me instead. One time the girl got beat up by them on her way home. The next day i saw the two on my way home and snapped as they bragged to me about it. I screamed at them, asking what the f is wrong with them. The two said "the X* deserved it" and warned me I'd end up like her if i ever did something again that would piss them off. I knocked out one of them with a punch on the nose. The other kicked me in the nuts... Sounds clichee but i don't exactly remember what happened after that (I just saw red). I walked home with a blue eye and a headache. Someone called an ambulance for the bully when i was gone (at least i guess so). He had bitemarks on his neck and upper arm. Same arm was broken, like one of his femurs. He had scratchmarks on his face and a broken nose. I went WAAAAY to far, but at least that one guy never bullied anyone ever again. *a word that doesn't really exist in english. Basically an upgrade to "b¡tch" or "pu$sy". For the german speaking people: It was the word that started with an F.

I’m always calm but if someone is pushing me to my limits I start throwing hands

this is the story of my first major outbreak of rage. I recently got my first job at Whataburger and I am doing my best sticking to the rules, as I generally tend to be a stickler for rules. Two of said rules are no headphones on while you have a headset on, and only company approved jackets, including an employee jacket that is optional to buy and any all black, logo free jackets. One of my coworkers was breaking these two. I generally don't have a problem with others breaking rules, but the manager at the time was the chillest and most understanding manager there, and he had already asked her to stop using her air pods, and many times before that day to remove her Hey Arnold windbreaker. She complied and while he was turned away helping make burgers, she popped it right back in her ear. I had starting getting frustrated because, on top of the stickler for rules part, I also hated disrespect to anyone. I, fairly calmly, asked her why she was just ignoring what the manager said and breaking company rules in front of him. She started to badmouth me saying that i can't say sh*t because I'm too young to understand anything and that I have to respect her because she's my elder, even though she looked to be in her late 20's and I was 16. This infuriated me and left, heading straight to the walk-in freezer. there, I sat down for about a minute, got up, punched the wall 3 times, and stormed out. I got back to her and told her that the problem with society was people like her, disrespectful to everyone, only caring about themselves, and having no regard for authority. She said the same things she did earlier, I was too young to understand, I should be respectful, and "f*ck you". I had gained the respect of said manager, as I had defended him and authority in general in front if him, that day and eventually she left, either from quitting or getting fired, and I have changed a lot as a person since then. My shortest and most rage filled story was a few moths after that. My school, Ozark Catholic Academy, had "Festival Days" sprinkled into the school year. The last two are next to each other at the end of the school year. During these days we play games for point for our House, House of the Mountain was mine, and our rival was house of the Water. The first game we were going the play was capture the flag, One of the main problems in my house is that we don't coordinate very well as a team, however, we had a play to make that hopefully land us one of the two flags, split into three, the smallest causes a distraction by rushing into a spot away from the one we want to open, then using the opportunity, send the faster third into said spot while the final third defended from those who would our play to get our flags. I twas very risky and we failed, losing a large group of our players, including me. House of the Water then copies our exact play while most of us our out, and while some of us are getting back in after our cooldown, they manage to get not one, but both flags in their move, winning the game. In blind rage I go up to the oak tree that was near me, off into the corner of our section of the field, and rammed my fists into it. I got my wounds treated there at the school and got scolded by my father at home for being stupid enough to punch the tree. Another story I have happened recently. I was on my way to school Valentin's Day when one of the songs I had in my playlist was one that reminded me of the girl I had asked to prom last year. In short, she cancelled, ghosted me, and I found out from her bff that she was already dating someone, with month-long intervals between each event. Needless to say, I was in a not so good mood. That morning, my first class was Humane Letters, which is essentially English but reading and essay writing instead of how to speak and write it. We were given an assignment that, knowing I wasn't going to do anyway, was unfairly difficult. I don't remember what it was, since I never bothered to do it anyway, and it left me upset. Since it was Valentine's Day, I decided to do something for the girl I liked the most in my class - everyone knew I liked her, herself included - and I needed to use my phone to do it. My school has a strict no phone policy, having bins for each grade to put their phones in. Since I didn't adhere to this rule, I used our silent reading time to try and download an app to make the thing. However, I was sat next to the teacher. He isn't necessarily bad, being fairly chill, but he asked me to give him my phone so he could put it in the bucket instead of come back the next day with $25 to get it back, even after explaining what it was I was doing. this left me in a seriously pissed off mood, and so, after he left, I pulled out my laptop and started to get on the grind I was "famous" in the school for, Papa's Sushiria. I had a cupcake from one of the other students who had made them for Valentine's Day, and while I couldn't eat it because I was still recovering from having my wisdom teeth removed, I was going to give it to my sister. While playing, Joseph came up and stole the cupcake. He had already been walking away around the circular configuration of the tables when I had noticed and yelled. "Joseph, what the fuck, bro!" I couldn't see him because he was behind a couple of the students, and told him to give it back, at which point his head had popped up form behind one guy's shoulder and had a grin on his face. At this point, I was in full blown rage from pain, a terrible reminder on the day of love, my phone taken away for trying to do something nice, and what I regarded as a gift stolen form me. I got up walked over to him, his back turned to me, and punched him square in the head, arm having been fully drawn back and recorded by the girl I was wanted to make a gift for. Since then, I have been made fun of for it, with them quoting me after I had punched Joseph, mocking my voice, "Give it bro" and giving me nicknames like, Cupcake Crusader, Batter Basher, Glucose Gladiator, and so on. Edit: I felt this one was justified because I gave him a chance to right the wrong, a warning, and then the beat down. I guess after you start losing it more and more often, people stop taking you seriously.

My story: I am a very calm person and usually I am not confrontational at all. What made me snap was one day when my classmates found to bunch of mop handles and for some reason decided it would be fun to throw them across the classroom like javelins. I tried to reason but they wouldn't listen and then one of the handles flew very close to my head and eye. I kid you not, time seemed to slow down and repeat as my brain processed what had happened, then I exploded. I gathered all the handles, even ripping them out from hands all while yelling how stupid and dangerous it was and how they could have taken my eye out, even saying how lucky they were for not actually hitting me or else... Then after scolding the whole class, I brought the handles out into the hallway and handed them to the cleaning ladies. I then proceeded to scold them too for leaving cleaning supplies where 'kids that have the logical thinking of a kindergartener' can easily get to them out of convenience when they have a perfectly good supply cabinet a bit down the hall. My classmates meanwhile were peering from the doorway like a bunch of small kids watching little 14 y/o me scold 2 adults in the hallway where everyone could see. After finishing, I said 'Good day, I hope this incident never repeats again ' and left back for the classroom. Needless to say, no mop handles were ever found in the back of the classroom while I was there, don't know if it changed after we moved to a different classroom.

In 2016, my lovely grandma fell and broke her hip. Now she was OK, she had hip replacement surgery and needed to rest. Now my grandmother had a history of disobeying doctor's orders and we knew all too well that if she were alone in her house, she was going to do all of her usual activities. So mom and her brothers decided to put grandma in a nursing rehab center so she could rest. And no we didn't dump her there and ignored her until she was healed, we visited her every day. So I'm a shy person, a girl with a poker face that makes people uncomfortable if they stared at me(I blame my indigenous roots for that because Native Americans have the ultimate poker face) so I was very quiet when my mom was talking to the nurse assigned to help my grandma, get up from her bed and walk around a bit, help her go to the bathroom and give her the meals. So far so good I thought, until I was visiting grandma four days into her stay and she was annoyed. Apparently the nurse didn't give her dinner the night before and didn't give her breakfast or her lunch. On top of that, she wasn't helping grandma get out of bed and grandma hates being in bed for too long. I absolutely lost my mind. This woman raised me from when I was a baby to my team years when my mom was a single mom and working her butt off to support us. And for her to be treated like this? No. I went to that nurse and screamed at her for a good 20 minute how she was a lazy, incompetent, and downright disgusting for treating an elderly widow woman like that. The nurse was trembling because like I said I was a very shy and quiet girl. I said if my grandma isn't getting her therapy or her meal, I was going to come back and with my mother who will absolutely lose her mind. I didn't say anything about Grandmas oldest son because my uncle loved Grandma dearly and he did not want her to be disrespected in anyway. The nurse who had a bit of an attitude when I first confronted her nodded and scurried off before I left. My mom heard what happened and I did get in trouble but I said I will do it again for Grandma if I have to because I loved grandma very much. The nurses boss heard what happened because the other elderly residents told him what happened and gave the nurse a warning. My outburst did result in me being banned there until I had to pick up my grandma but it was so worth it. Nobody treats my grandma like that. And that nurse is going to get her Just Desserts because soon she will be old and frail with a careless nurse neglecting her if she's that unlucky.

The one story with the cats made me flipping angry like WTF IS WRONG WITH THAT LADY??!! IS SHE A PSYCHO OR SOMETHING?

I'm a piece of candy, but I get mad often Even if I'm easily angered and stressed, not a single person has seen me go ballistic I'm actually afraid that if I explode in anger I'm going to spill every single thing I keep to myself and I'd lose control of myself I don't want that to happen, but it genuinely concerns me as a possibility because my teachers have been bullying me and I'm so stressed out I might just scream at them

I got one counterexample to the 'calm people get listened to', turns out minorities get priority over that in big business. I was known as a quiet hard worker in the hospital kitchen, been there for years to the point I'd seen everyone else except the floor manager either quit or get fired (basically a revolving door of employment), lost count how many people I worked with during my time there. Then they hired a little mexican girl maybe half my age, didn't think anything of it since young blood often use it as a stepping stone but tended to give it their all since we had strict regulation; and I already got along with quite the melting pot of people regardless of religious ethic and age differences, just your casual christian white guy. But within the week: she started taking twice long on lunch break than usual, showing up to work a half hour late, leaving work an hour early, and regularly abandoning her station while leaving the more dangerous equipment running. Funny enough I wasn't the first to complain about this growing problem, it was a white gal that worked the following shift from it being left swamped, then it was a neighboring black buddy of mine who often worked with her having to waste time catching her up, a month goes on and nothing gets done. So I brought it up to a couple of the shift managers as well, another month goes by with nothing happening except the higher ups pushing everyone else to pick up the slack. One of the shifts I was working with her, I scooted a platter over to her when she returned mentioning something about what it needed to be finished before I passed it off to taken out, she lost it and threw it at me (missing me since our stations were farther than arms reach and I was half behind a machine) shattering the ceramic dish behind me before she ran off in a huff, I kept working but didn't clean up the mess and that saved my hide; because she came back with another cook and the floor manager accusing me of attacking her, I simply pointed out the obvious that the rest of the staff has known and complained about her for slacking off, and showcasing the proof behind me that she's making this a hostile work environment when confronted with actual obligations. The floor manager basically threw his hands up saying he'll write us both up for disrupting the workflow since he was 'unable to prove who was wrong', so I gave him the ultimatum that if she doesn't get fired then I'll walk, when he handwaved my frustration I put in my two-weeks notice later during my lunch break. The next week he offers a dollar raise to try changing my mind, I retorted I'd stay on if my wage was doubled or if everyone other than her got a 50% raise; he asked me to explain so I proceeded to ramble what I've seen about the rest of the crew have been putting up with for the past few months, the incident I had with her was my own bottled annoyance of what she's been getting away with, including how the shift managers continued to push her work onto everyone else working with her but never punished her for blatant negligence of her job, adding that those doing half as much work should be getting paid half as much more. He initially claimed they didn't have the budget for that which I called him out on since it wasn't much of a secret how much money they waste regularly refurbishing the kitchen when it's unnecessary, then he alluded to it was a matter of diversity compliance to which I just flatly said my stance still stands he'll have to replace one of us and he can have the fun of explaining it to the director. Amusingly I got that dollar raise for the last couple shifts I worked, though I wasn't surprised he only called me back once after I quit, the ground floor is the most expendable in big business.

I have one: When I was little, my mom was very neglectful of both my older brother & I & even though she was neglectful she was very controlling & yelled at us or "teaching us" & for me she always had me "help" her cook & clean because "You're a woman & it's always a woman's job." It got worse as we got older & the only time we got to just be us is when we were either at school, when she left us alone to do homework, or one of those days where she decided to be a good mom because she had a "good day" that day. Cut to 2021 when I still lived with my mom & I started dating my bf, I was minding my own business & I was washing the dishes because it was my turn to & she comes in & decides to "teach me" about washing dishes of all things saying that I didn't wash it the way she wanted to. I didn't want to deal with her that day & calmly told her, "If you think you can do it better then me, you do it." I washed off the suds & went to my room. She didn't like that answer so what was her best response to that? Scream loudly & start sobbing uncontrollably to the point where she was visibly twitching on the ground & my step-dad was very concerned. A few minutes later, my step-dad knocks on my door to come over to the kitchen. I do & he's the one washing dished now & he tells me, "Your mother is twitching really badly that I think she needs to go to the hospital. She's in the living room & I think if you apologize to your mom then she'll be okay." I snapped at him & said a lot of thing before I ended it with "Did I ever get an apology from her when she does all these things that made my life hell? Did I ever get an apology when I cry almost every night because of her? & yet, I'm the one who needs to apologize to her because I told her to do the dishes if she could do it better than me? No, I'm not going to & you tell her that she's not going to get one from me!" I went back to my room & I honestly don't remember if she apologized to me or not, but I do know that my mom didn't care about what I said because a few months later she was yelling at me because she found out that I had a bf & that my bf was black. I will say that after I left & moved in with my bio dad, I went nc with my mom & am happier without her.

Bit of a long read, but my story. I'd consider myself to be a calm person back in HS, never got in trouble, had good grades and pretty much a teacher's pet type of student. Well I had one English teacher that I hated with every fiber of my being. She was a bitter and condescending woman who's passive-aggressive tone bothered the hell out of me. It also struck me a bit odd she was a 21 year old lady teaching a 12th grade class; there wasn't a sliver of maturity in her demeanor. Anywho, during midyear I had gotten into a scrap with some thugs in an alleyway one afternoon, my boyfriend and I almost had our longboards stolen and the dudes threw a big rock at my car, smashing the windshield. Almost ran over that bastard with my car I was so angry. Cops didn't believe us until they were caught breaking into a veteran's house down the street. They ended up being some kids of rich folk who's parents refused to pay for damages to my car, and I got in trouble with my parents for idk, being jumped. Next day I went to class and tried finishing some late homework after our main assignment was done (I was failing her class at that time). Of course the teacher scolded me in front of the students and threatened to rip up my assignment if I tried to continue on it. With all the pressure from last night and school I just put my head down and started crying as silently as I could. This got her even more angry and yelled at me to go out into the hallway, which I did. When she came out I just absolutely snapped at her, yelling and screaming how unfair she's been treating me. I was threatened detention and a trip to the principals office. I was blind with rage and just said sure, let's go, I'll lead. Well by the end of it, principal bought me lunch, apologized and went to talk to the teach about her behavior. She left me alone after that and I was allowed to sit as far back away from her as possible. The silence in that room that week was interesting, since half the class I've known since elementary and they've never seen me so angry, haha. Such a horrid lady.

My story: So I am a generally calm person . When I started pre-algebra in 7th grade, I tried to be nice to everyone, but this one girl, for legal reasons, we will call Cheryl seemed to not want help from me or me to be nice to her . Then apparently I was annoying her and her friends so they just started making fun of me and being very ,very bossy and acting like Karen's. This continues for a year with nothing really happened and me just taking it. Fast forward to 8th grade. It's my first day, and I am going to my Spanish class . Guess who is there . Yep , Cheryl . She didn't really bother me for the first few weeks, and I thought she changed, but nope, back to being bossy , acting like everything is centered around her , and making fun of me . Then, at lunch one day, someone steals my popcorn, and I reach over the table to get it back, and she tells me to get down, and I not listening to her Tell her to F--- off and she looks surprised . A little bit later in class, I am in her way, apparently, and we have a stand-off she tells me rudely to move out the way, and I don't budge . She then makes fun of me again and I go off on her . I call her all of the things she had been calling me for 2 years . Fat-ass , ugly-ass , dumb-ass , etc. And then the rest of the class starts laughing at me so I do something I shouldn't have and lashed put at the class and then I get pulled put of the class and spend some time with the counselor. But man did it feel good to give her a giant taste of her own medicine after not doing anything for 2 straight years .

My story: One of my classmates believed ANYONE who went against him was racist (he was dark-skinned), and thats what happened to me. He kept insisting that I was racist until he said this. "I'm black, that's the reason?" and I snapped. I said "say it one more time and it'll become the reason." The entire class stopped instantly. We were doing a group assignment FYI. Thanks, Brycen.

A couple of years ago, I was at my aunt's house. It was Christmas break, and I was chilling, when some family, including a kid with the same name as me, came in. My similarly named nephew, 11 at the time, stole one of my waters, which ticked me off mildly, and the following night, my younger relatives kept stepping on me when I was trying to sleep, as I was forced into sleeping on the floor. I had a mental breakdown because of it, but that isn't where I lost it. The following morning, Christmas day, I was chilling on the trampoline, when the 11 year old came up and challenged me to a play fight. After a bit of just chilling, I got hit in the mouth by him, and it hurt. I tried to leave the location, but he kept taunting me, so, I grabbed the edge of the trampoline, and flung my entire 200 pound body at him, pinned him to the trampoline, and started beating the snot out of him. It was the first time I saw red in years.

My story: I was a kid in the support unit at my school, it was full of kids that screamed and cried and would hit others, I was calm during all of that, until I was the one to be attacked. It was a morning, I was having anxiety moments, so the teacher decided to get me a book to sit down and read, until that kid came in, for some background information, the kid was a child that struggled to talk properly (I think) and kept hitting other kids, when he came in he raised his foot above me, about to kick me when the teacher told him to leave me alone. I went to a bench where a kid with anger trouble was reading his book, the teachers took him over to the bench. The kid eyed me, that's when he went over and started punching me, I used a book as a shield. The teachers pulled him away, I ran over to the door and yelled at the teachers to let me inside, when I saw the attackers father, I lost it, I screamed at him in rage, my older teacher from last year shut the door, I later got through and apologised, luckily, the father was nice and accepted my apology, I got a teacher to calm me down.

Story 3: this reminds me of the time i found out my dad's best friend was murdered in a robbery gone wrong and when i asked for the day off work to attend the funeral the first thing out their mouth was "how are you going to give the company their time back?" I quit on the spot

That one narrator putting their dad in a timeout was perfect.

I was arguably the quietest kid in my small private school. One day in the choir loft, the kid behind me kept blowing on my hair and kicking my seat to piss me off (he did this to all the other middle school girls, too). I ignored it as long as I possibly could. And then, IN THE MIDDLE OF MASS, I turned around, hit this kid's choir folder out of his hand with my own folder, and turned back around, without saying a word. He called me a bitch under his breath, and I ignored him. People in my grade would mention it to me occasionally until we graduated. That was nine years ago and I'm still proud of it.

My own story: Last year I say some kids around my age playing baseball and played with them. I noticed red flags after a week when they kept making me last and skipping me. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to upset them. Once they said I would go first and stuff. When it was my turn they reset everything and didn’t let me go. I told them many many times it’s my turn my turn but they didn’t listen. Then I snapped and started cursing at them telling them how rude they were . I then threw the base in the mud and walked home. I now realized they were sexiest because I was the only girl and the only one being treated like this. Thanks for reading.

Story : I’ve been calm and quiet my whole life. My whole entire time being at school, I’ve been the quietist in the room. We have chickens at our school, and for around 3 years I have been close to a miniature chicken named Macadamia or Maci. One day, I found out that Maci died. Some people laughed. They completely laughed. My friends had witnessed her death. They saw organs, intestines- basically her insides and a lot of blood. It was the hawk. People said “looks like Macadamia hit the dust!!” I stomped. I stomped, they tripped. In my mind I thought to myself *what is wrong with you? Why did you do that?* but I did not care. People said they know how I felt- but nobody at that school knows how it feels to have your three favorite chickens that you bonded with for ages all die from the same occurrence and same creature. A hawk. After that- I haven’t been the same. I have been so gloomy, but I finally realized that not only Maci, but Pistachio ( Pistach, also Maci’s sister,) Floppy, (a large light grey hen. Skittish, but sweet.) and Scuttle (a frizzly blonde chicken, with so much frizzly and curly feathers you couldn’t see her eyes. Also slim.) are all watching me, and wouldn’t want be grieving over them and that I should move on, and know there are new spring chicks. I cannot wait. I put in some name suggestions, and went with three, but the one that caught my eye, was Peanut.

I'm usually the chill one in my friend circles, the guy who tries mediating or staying out of drama. But when a friend who wasn't gelling with the group was bickering with another friend the morning after they resolved a previous issue, I just flat out told them to NOT turn this into another cage match, laid out how both of them were wrong, and left it there. Got notes of apologies from both of them. Nothing makes people realize how annoying their conflicts are when the chill one basically shouts "SHUT THE F UP!"

I'ma tell my story too: Ok a bit of context here: I had never freaked out like this before. The most I've ever done is silently cry. I have 2 younger siblings, 6 yo boy girl twins. This happened recently btw Anyway, I like to draw, and I spent HOURS on this drawing. And I mean HOURS so anyway, I went to go stay at my grandma's house, I took my phone, but not my tablet. Which I draw digitally on. All I had left was the shading on the back ground, and then my art would be finished!!! I was so excited to come back home and finish it, so I get home, I run into my room, and grab my tablet. I opened up the app I use to draw on, and I see that there's a weird splotch on the picture. So I go and try to find which layer it's on, I find it and erase it. But when I erase it, I see a drawing of a girl on it. (sorry sister but it looked Terrible) and I can't undo it because she saved and closed out of it before leaving it there. So naturally I recognize the art style, assume she guesed my password, and I go tell my mom, and this woman favors the shit out of my siblings. So naturally all she does is say "Aria don't mess with your sisters stuff!!" ... THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL SHE SAID. So I say "she RUINED about a weeks worth of art work. AND THAT'S ALL YOUR GONNA DO???" And my mom, has the AUDACITY to say "well what do you want me to do about it?" And I CRACKED I said "TEACH HER A DAMN LESSON! MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE DID WAS WRONG! SHE RUINED MY ART WORK AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS "don't do that"?????" I got slapped and grounded for a month. I do admit, it was a bit dramatic of me. But still. I know that if I did that to her, I'd get grounded for a year and about 15 smacks across the face.

I am borderline selectively mute, but have a very good pair of friends by my side. My story comes from a highschool lunchroom. We had gotten to the room late, and there was only one empty table left, so naturally, we took it. About ten minutes later this group of juniors, (we are freshmen) shows up and snarkily tells us "Um.. this OUR table, but you can sit here I guess." This irked me slightly but I just kept eating my food after I nodded my acknowledgement. Towards the end of lunch, one of my friends happens to be texting her boyfriend at the same time as I was texting my brother, somehow, leader girl sees my friend roll her eyes and smirk at her phone as I chuckle, and makes the (fake) connection that we are talking about her via text. She starts screaming at my friend for rolling her eyes 'at her' and her friends have to hold her back from punching friend #1. Now I'm a little mad but remain outwardly unaffected by the outburst. Friend #2 tries to step in but starts crying when she is screamed at as well. But I really lose when they call my friends "stupid idiots who can't do anything" followed by calling me a "stupid baby who never even learned to talk". Now, before I continue, just for context, I am renowned in all past schools for a deadly glare, and just happen to be built very sturdily for a girl, (broad shoulders, thicker arms and legs, I'm easily 5'6 so I'm not short, and have a weirdly muscular overall physique). Anyway, my light smile and aversion to eye contact drops, and I give my infamous death glare to these girls. I stand, perfect posture, and speak for the first time in this forty minute timeframe. "Shut up, calm down, away from my friends, and don't bother us again." Thank goodness for my 90% silence granting me a rougher, lower voice, because when I say they paled whiter than the school walls and booked it outta there, I mean it. Haven't seen 'em since. Also my friends are scared of me now.

I've got a story. So, my dad's dog had puppies last year in March (my dog is from that litter) and I decided to help him out with them and the mother since the situation was stressful on both his dog and him, and at this point I was going to be able to pick out one of the puppies, so I figured I'd pick the one I wanted during that week I was there. Apparently the day prior he'd gotten into a minor argument with my mother (who he separated from and tried to go no contact with while he filed for divorce) which she kept trying to escalate when he stepped back. Now, I'd gone no contact with my mom at this point due to the fact that she'd threatened me and my brothers and overall was just being a jerk. I got a few crazy calls and texts from her, all about how I was a traitor and how my dad is the worst person on the planet (which isn't true in the slightest) and kept accusing my dad of manipulating me- I decided to ignore her calls and put my phone down to charge. The next day, I wake up about an hour earlier than usual since my phone's going off and I thought it was my alarm since it's the same ringtone. I check the call logs, and find that I have 16 missed calls from her, and about 7 voicemails of her progressively getting more and more aggressive and crazy as she's realizing I wasn't answering. At some point, I hear my dad upstairs waking up, then I hear the "Hey I'm not in the mood for this right now" I've heard countless times over the last 6-7 years up until that point before another argument breaks out. After my dad hung up on her, she called me again, and so I went upstairs to my dad's room while he went downstairs and when I say I lost my crap I mean I absolutely lost my crap. I chewed her out for the first time after about 6-7 years of abuse towards not only me, but the rest of my family. I called her out for all of her crap, called her a bunch of names I shouldn't have- told her to f right off then told her to lose my number before taking a few deep breaths, going downstairs and sitting next to my dad feeling the most refreshed I'd felt in years. I'll admit, I can be hotheaded and I get excited about a lot of things when around my dad or a select few friends, but I'm an introvert so I'm not loud and generally don't like to draw attention to myself unless someone really gets me riled up- and even then that's barely a fraction of the absolute rage I displayed that day. I got a sandwich at some point after that whole ordeal though. There's a sandwich place by my dad that has the most delicious sourdough bread I've ever had and honestly I felt much better and a lot less shaky after eating that sandwich.

My story is that at around 14 years old two of my best friends had started becoming overly racist and started bullying a kid who was on the spectrum and the teachers obviously didn’t see what they would do (throwing pens/pencils of across the room throwing pennies at him and just being all around jerks to him) so I thought that I should take it into my own hand any firstly reporting it and slowly starting to get more ruff with one of them at rugby and slowly just ignoring them and then they were eventually punished and fully punished for what they had done

My story: During 7th period gym today, I was telling a joke to a couple of friends. The friends will be known as their initials, M and A. This joke had the word June included, which apparently sounded like the name of the next girl J (we don't like her), so she just HAD to make it about her 😒 She comes up to me with literally no provocation, and says, "I know you're talking about me. Stop, it's not funny." I literally want to just start screaming to her that I wasn't saying anything closely related to her, but she wouldn't listen if I said that, so I stayed quiet while trying not to cry -because literally I did nothing and she likes to spread rumors-, which eventually failed. After J is gone, M comes up to me, and asks what just happened. A bunch of other people are circled around me, though, so I just keep repeating "nothing" and "I'm fine" as my voice isn't as convincing as it should be. A then runs to me, and I completely break down. J is then talking about ME, and asking M and M2 (another friend) what she did and saying she didn't do anything. No matter how much she whispers, she really isn't that quiet so I can hear her. J's words make me absolutely lose my shit, and I'm usually really quiet, so this scares M a little. I wasn't yelling at her, even though I desperately want to, but I was screaming about it to another friend, L, as soon as school was out. She's also on my bus, in half my classes, and sits at my lunch table with one of her friends, so I have to deal with her and her little minion L2 (don't like her either, but that's another story.) Another story that #17 (16:18) reminded me of: On the late bus I go on, there's this group of very rowdy 6th and 7th graders. Most of which were in my school or class last year, and a few others are in my group of classes this year. They sit all the way in the back, but take up like 5 rows. They get on the bus and immediately start screaming, swearing, blasting music, throwing things, etc. This is really annoying for the rest of the bus and I always end up feeling really bad for our incredibly nice bus driver. I try my best to just ignore them and turn my music up, but that doesn't even drown them out. One day, I had an extremely bad headache and was on my period, they climb onto the bus, shaking it, and they find their seats. They decided to be louder than usual, and I want having that because a few of them knew I had this headache. My blood is boiling, and I end up screaming at them to shut up, and go off on them for how disrespectful they were being to this poor bus driver. The entire bus was silent, as half of them barely ever heard me speak.

Forward facing Phineas can't hurt me.

OP in Story 1 should have called the cops.

Story 5: I’m really happy to hear OP’s dad listened to his daughter regarding his anger issues. If he kept going at the rate he did and not gotten help, he more than likely would’ve never seen either daughters again. And that regret would’ve been with him for the rest of his life.

Omg I almost peed! There’s something about southern insults that just hit different! 🤣

Whoever’s in Story 1, I’m sorry that happened to you. Family can be such a mess, especially by gaslighting assholes you can barely call “parents” after a while. Keep them out of your life, keep them off any social media outlets and make sure to keep their numbers blocked. Good to know you’re enjoying life a lot more now though, and I’m sure your family is enjoying life a lot more now because of you cutting off communications from your parents.

I work in the grocery store. I'm usually a cashier but recently I spent a few months in the bakery department because I thought I'd like it better. I didn't. There was this one bakery coworker who was always extremely condescending and always tried to condescendingly "help" me even, and especially, if I didn't need help. Her favorite word was "remember?" as she always started every answer to my questions with that word. One day it was extremely busy in the store and I heard over the intercom "would any associates with cashiering experience please come to the front end?" So I cashiered for about ten minutes or so. Bakery coworker thought I had gone on break. Once I was back in the bakery later that day, she said something like "you can go on your break--never mind." I realized then that she thought I'd already taken it. I was in an extremely pissy mood at that moment, probably a combination of hangriness and dealing with her condescension, so when I asked my next question it wasn't in the nicest of tones: "So when am I gonna get my break?" She had the audacity to say "Remember? You already took your break!" I snapped. I shouted "NO I WAS CASHIERING OVER AT THE FRONT!!!!" She told me I could take my break right then. My snapping was only about three seconds long but honestly I never knew I had that in me. I'm proud of myself. It's an introvert's dream come true.

This happened in high school, but my former friends (who were identical twins) and I walked through the courtyard when two girls who regularly bullied the twins stalked us and attempted to unzip their bags so all their stuff would fall out. I don't know why, but I saw red and pushed one of the girls into a wall. As she tripped over her feet, I told her not to come anywhere near us again. When the girls left laughing and calling us names, the red haze subsided, and I panicked, knowing that I've some something completely out of character. The police were called by the pushed girl's family as they accused me for breaking her collar bone (which turned out to be a lie), but I got suspended for two days. The bullies never went near me even again, and I gained a lot of respect from other students for putting the bullies in their place.

14:20 i love how the voice gets angry too

this happened last week at work when they had me work next to the one person I hated at work. He kept micromanaging me and tried to take over my station and wouldn't let me back on for 30 minutes at a time, and every time he tried to talk to me, I would make a mistake out of frustration. Eventually, my frustration turned to visible anger, and I threw the part of the product I was working on. I'm honestly shocked that I didn't lose my job over this.

Ok ok now this is my time to shine! I was in 7th grade, normally I am a very calm and quiet person I just do my own thing, we were in class and it was a break so most people were talking and for the record I don’t like loud noises, so there was this girl in front of me I’ll call A and a boy I’ll call K anyway these two guys had a friendship issue and kept fighting with each other and me being in the middle already had me boiling a bit but the thing that set me of was K, K started to put perfume on his sweaty self to annoy her…Right Next To Me…and that was the last string, I got up hitting the table and went of I was seeing red after I finished I took a deep breath and when I looked around everybody looked like they had seen a demon like I was possessed ,the hole day nobody dared say a thing or make noise, I remember that some of the teachers praised me for being able to make the class shut up one teacher even gave me a crown sticker, after that non of them dared mess with me😂

5:56 This happened with my father. We have a long corridor in which I was on one end and he was in the other, I yelled at him, the type of screaming that sounds as though God himself is channeling his power through your voice, and you see that hallway I was in, amplified my voice at least three times over. It was my 14 year old self screaming at my father for all the shit over the years, while he went from blind rage, to pity, to sad, to crying. That was one of the only times I’ve seen him cry. He deserved it. Since then we have been working on building a better relationship, but as I grow up I realize all the strange things he’s done and continues to do, from watching us 24/7 through “security” cameras, and micromanaging every aspect of our lives. I fell bad for him in a way I don’t fully understand yet.

A short time story here: all started during covid-19 pandemic, lost my mother recently. I was nearing the end of the year when my homeroom teacher texted the whole class in our WhatsApp Group that the E.O.Y (end of year) homeworks will be available outside her house on a table. I asked my brother's friend to bring me there and he agreed, right there and then my father jumped in on the trip.... Drunk. The travel on the way to my teacher's place was mostly inconvenient as my dad was drunk and had thought that he was in for a "personal meeting" between us and the teacher. I stayed patient throughout the most of the incessant false accusations until he started to bring up the topic of "If your mother was here, she'd be very disappointed". Next moment after that harsh sentence and i reached the absolute breaking point, screamed loudly as i could behind the seat of my drunk father, shouting back at him about bringing up the topic of my dead mother that he had dared to bring up about in an indulged state, then began explaining the whole misunderstanding in very loud and angry tone while punching his head rest, crying my red eyes out of anger and sadness. This happened all the while my brother's friend (the driver) drove silently, keeping a poker face with eyes straight ahead on the road for maybe a full 6 minutes. After that, i finally stopped snapping, i remember him being silent after that, sulking quietly to himself probably about me snapping, we reached my teacher's place, my father asked "am i not supposed to go down with you", i clenched my fists, firm but calmly said no and shut the car door behind me before he drifted to sleep for the whole trip from my teacher's place back to home

Im usually the pacifist, I never raise my voice ever. Im usually jolly and fun but the one person who really gets on my nerves is my brother. He raises his voice at any given moment, never owns up, has no sense of boundary, always angry, calls me stupid all the time, talks a lot eventho he knows nothing, always has negative things to say, and acts like he's the most responsible eventho he's clearly not. On top of that, he laughs when he sees people get hurt. I actually don't snap back at him because I can't engage with him. The very few times I snapped, it does nothing because he has no empathy. So far, I haven't snapped at him physically but I've thought about it.

Phineas was the last person I'd expect to lose it on the show. He's usually so level headed.

W dad in story 5, it takes guts to admit your faults, and it takes even more to reflect on your past and change

14:20 EVEN THE NARRATOR SNAPPED

I really feel for that first story. My mother though, she was the worst. Like she said all kinds of nasty things to me, even tried pushing myself to do it. Nothing I could do was right in her eyes. I'm honestly surprised his parents went to consulting. I've been trying to get my mother to it for years so at least we could try and talk it out or something. Every time she insulted me. When we did she threw me under the bus. Like she didn't even go but no I'm the problem. Like it's my fault she's been verbally and emotionally abusive for years. It's my fault she couldn't take a single second out of her day to actually listen to me. It's my fault she's used me as a scapegoat it's my fault she's used me as a therapist. I wish people could see the real her.

I never really had the chance to go all out. I had my outbursts, but they were nothing compared to how I really felt. The closest I got to really getting everything out of my system was back in third grade. This one girl had always picked on me since kindergarten and one day I just had enough. I ran straight at her, knocking her over and then kicked at her until the teachers physically dragged me away. I got suspended but my parents knew I was getting bullied and didn't punish me for finally sticking up for myself. (Probably one of the only good things my dad ever did, but hey a broken clock is right twice a day). She left me alone for a little while after that but it didn't last. I wish I was able to do more.

Despite my serious face, most people describe me more as a calm guy, but I also had many snaps in my life. When I was 16, the noon of the day right after christmas, I was hanging out with my cousin to buy some MTG decks for us to play, but suddenly two guys on hoodies (very strange at the time, for here being summer during December) were noticed by my cousin, who asked me to walk faster, but before I realized what was happening the two approached us declaring the robery. The bald, smal one with a cap was showing me the gun on his waist, but it took me just a glance to realise it was fake. Than I had a quick though on my mind to find out what to do: they are two but so do we, they may have a knife but than they wouldn't need the fake gun, but the last push was to remember being robed two years prior and being static, and straing up took down the smal guy in front of me with a single punch. My cousin, about 6 years onder, instead of joing me shout out in shock: "What are you doing?". That scared me, but I couldn't turn back anymore, I crouched down to keep punching the guy who was defending himself with his legs, and suddenly I was hit in the had and they were gone. Later on my cousin told me a third guy came to hit me with a flying kick, but *HE* felt on the ground wile I just dropped my glasses. Until this day I'm amazed about how the flying kick didn't hurt me at all, I didn't even felt pain, adrenaline is really dope in threatening times.

I'm not a "calm person" per say, i'm a loud person in general, but i have a lot of patience for people. I *hate* people with a passion. There was this one day in school during art class when the teacher kept trying to make our *very loud* class shut up. After 5 minutes of her trying & it js getting louder, my patience snapped & i yelled "shut up" so loudly the room went silent. Everyone was shook & i was too, not expecting that kind of reaction. Felt good. Another time i almost lost it was a few days ago, when a kid threatened to tickle me. I flat out told him, "Touch me again & i'll break your fingers like they're twigs. Do *not* test me."

13:55 Got me cackling like a hyena

these stories help me realize how much worse things really could be even though I snapped early in life, but it wasn't too bad, science was never my strong suit, heck, school was never something I looked forward to, the distraction of the tv screen was always soothing comparative to the anxiety of school in the morning. around lunch time I'll have fun and play with friends(this is middle school) and If you were my friend, You were dear to me you, sometimes I wouldn't want to befriend someone and I regret those moments because I felt bad when I did it but I could also see that they felt bad and it just made things worse. not the point, anyways, my friend, lets call him Jesus, he had the qualities, plus we were kids so he was probably just as innocent. Jesus would always treat me how I treated him and others, got onto me if I did something wrong(held me accountable) so I really trusted him, and friends always protect each other, at least that's what every anime told me, I think I just started watching Naruto at that age (that was the first anime I ever watched) Also my friend Jesus was a Christian, you would think that it doesn't matter but our science teacher was also Christian. it seemed like every other day they would disagree with each other and he would take like 5 minutes to argue with Jesus about how the bible doesn't apply to science class, I honestly can't remember specifically what each of them believed, I just knew they argued a lot. they were loud one day about homo sapiens and talked about, if they're real, gotta be honest I thought the teacher was right but he kept getting louder and all Jesus had was questions and conflicting thought because of how he's taught at home. Jesus looked like he was stressed and the teacher wanted to linger and get in his face for whatever reason and I yelled out in the class, "leave him alone!" I was a kid, regardless of if I had a full grasp on the situation, I still felt uncomfortable in that situation and I needed to say something. Mr. teacher then looked at me and got loud and smiled while doing it. I remember feeling like I was shrinking trying to argue with him, he said something along the lines of, "I'm not talking to you, you want to talk to me you raise your hand!" I could feel how red my face was, I noticed how quiet the class was, it was quiet before I yelled, but something about the way everyone looked at me as if I wasn't supposed to speak. it's like I was their to listen and never give any input. I yelled but I didn't really snap, I was closer, I just needed confrontation, little did I know it, some kids were brewing up a plan to get me to fight someone. I was still a silent kid, not as silent as before, but still quite silent(not around friends). someone told me that a person I met called me a wuss, (but it had a 'p' instead of a 'w' and a 'y' at the end) that word wasn't ever thrown at me, it was a first time, I thought I had to defend my honor. I walked past the high school to the park everyday and one day I see the person that supposedly called me a wuss. his back is turned walking in the same direction, I called him name and he turned, "Someone told me you called me a *****," then he said, "you wanna fight?" to which I got a little nervous, but I didn't hesitate to walk over there, I dropped my bag(my very nice friend grabbed it when I couldn't) but he wasn't bigger than me and I just wanted to make sure no one called me names again. we walked towards the soccer field instead of going towards the high school technically it was off campus so if something happened to us the school wouldn't be responsible, I didn't even think about the windows on the high school facing the field. I put up my fists in a fashion that showed I never fought before, fists close to my face like in the movies, or what I like to call the champions pose, a big bluff pose. maybe he saw through it, but before he did, a crowd of likeminded individuals came over and decided to film us fight even though they were at least 5 years older. I thought to myself, "if I win will they jump me?" because one of the people recording was part of his family. I refused to throw the first punch, that's how I was raised. I also never went through anything bad enough to feel like I had to fight until then. he said, "I don't wanna fight," then I said, "I heard were saying things about me, towards me, why'd you say it if you didn't want to fight," he didn't have an answer, "idk," he picked up his bag and tried to leave and a teacher Karen came out and acting like we were taking each other virginity because she was livid. we never even threw a punch at each other, I guess she could've missed that trying to go from the class to outside. she said "yOu! hERE! NOW!" she walked us down to middle school and since I didn't start the fight and I had never gotten into any trouble they sided with me without having any proof of who started the fight, I knew I was mostly innocent, but they didn't so they really had no right to treat him poorly compared to me. they even gave me the decision and said, "he's been getting in trouble a lot lately, we don't know what to do, but we want to hear it from you, do you think he should be punished?" at that moment I realized if I punished him I would be in the wrong, I still wanted some sort of way to get out of it with both of us unscathed so I just said, "He doesn't deserve to get expelled or suspended, I made the decision to fight him when he asked, I just want to know he's sorry, because I felt bad(big surprise, scrawny quiet white boy has sensitive shallow feelings)when he apologized I said it was alright and I got to know him slightly but we never became friends, but we also never became enemy's. I let it go when he walked away, even if he felt like he'd lose it's part of the reason I don't lose my temper in public anymore. so many bad things can happen from getting in an altercation, you never know if they might hold a grudge and it might get worse if not dealt with carefully. Mental stability can be a slippery slope and I find myself sliding quite unexpectedly, when you slide, try to dodge the people you pass(don't let your mental stability spread), because their are people all around you who aren't sliding who have very slippery shoes and you might collide with them and make them slide. (meaning they're prone to what you say and probably think about it deeply which could spiral seemingly out of their control) some things are better left under the rug when talking to certain individuals.

I remember when this girl was getting mad at my friend from not chasing her like a little simp. So she of course naturally starts calling him homophobic slurrs when she found out he was gay. I have never lost my cool once and still haven't in front of my school friends, I'm rarely serious actually and well I got serious, stud up to my full height and didn't yell but calming informed her that I was vary disappointed in her and she was smart enough to do better, she say "are you seriou?" And I still calm just say, do you see me smiling? (I'm not smiling). And one my class mates goes "OP's scary when he's serious" and like I said only time they've ever seeing me serious.

me being bullied one to many times. yelled at him and got him in trouble, parents were told. my mum now called him turdface. best moment ever.