i remember, in grade 4, seeing some kids beating up on a neighbourhood cat. this one guy picked it up by its tail and was, quite obviously, about to try and swing it around by said tail. (at this point, i was running at him, and once i reached him, was grimping onto his arm like a monkey---all the while shouting obscenities at him. *Lol*) i don't know what i was thinking--he was so much bigger than me...had to be in grade 6 at least. (which, hey--is big when you're in grade 4.) i was really really pissed, though. my friends (some of whom witnessed the entire ordeal) went and got some teachers. (yay!!!)
anyhow---the end result was that the cat was ok, which is good. ^_^
*takes copious notes about not pissing Ush off when riding on the top of a double decker bus with him*
Perhaps I should reconsider having a different tour guide when I get there....
Lets see....how did I release my anger whilst going through my divorce oh so long ago...kicked some doors in.....that was enjoyable.
When I'm really mad I usually walk away fast and just keep walking until it goes away and I mellow out.
Then I go get my clown gun and start shooting. Hehehe.
in high school, i had a good friend named rahman, from pakistan. the "jocks" went out of their way to pick on him. one day a guy went too far and pushed him in the bathroom and started whaling on him. i saw it and tried to get a teacher, to no avail. i hear him screaming in fear, so i run inside and level the first jock i see. a guy named isaac had taught me how to box when i was 13-15 years old, so i knew how to throw a knockout punch. i did, connecting with the ideal place, flush on the chin. as he fell, he hit his head on a urinal, sustaining a concussion. i took out one more before they rushed me and pretty much beat the piss out of me. well, turns out the 1st guy i hit was our star quarterback. he missed a couple of weeks, costing our team the district title. needless to say, i wasnt too popular with the sports crowd the rest of the year.