[quote]Magicpunch wrote:
Have you been in a situation where someone has pushed you so far, or has with their stupidity pissed you off so much, that you could have easily torn them a new one, but didn’t?
A few years ago, I was sat with cousins and childhood friends when I went back to pakistan to visit them. Conversation turned to politics, at which point they started slagging off jews, claiming that 9/11 was an inside job, and generally chatting shit about western women.
A whole load of cliches packed into one fucking room. I was about an inch away from slitting throats but somehow managed to keep my cool, and thus avert getting a beating.
It took a great deal of muscle control. More than you can imagine.
Have you had moments where you’ve managed to curb it? And in hindsight, are you happy that you did or do you wish that you could go back and smack someone?
PS. If you mention this thread as an example of a moment where you had to keep your cool, fuck you. I’ll eat your pet.[/quote]
A few months ago I ran into some kid who was giving my then GF problems, and somehow brought all that over to me. I’m a personal trainer so I’m up at about 4 AM every / every other day, and this kid would spam call me all through the night with restricted numbers, talk endless amounts of shit about me, talk shit about me and my (then) girlfriend, borderline stalk us, etc. etc. I normally don’t let people get under my skin, and normally am pretty level headed… But there was something about this kid that made me want to punish him…
One day me and a buddy went to a deli, and low and behold I recognize this kids quite fairy looking physique. He walks by my car not thinking I know what he looks like, and I give my obligatory macho comment, close to ‘Still have shit to talk?’. He starts running his mouth about how I’m a pussy, so I step out of my car and get in his face. I was so close to ripping this kids limbs off and beating him to death with them, but kept my cool. He proceeded to call me a “faggot” as he got in the passenger seat of his mother’s Honda Civic, as she drove him off.
Looking back on it, I wish I smashed his face in because it would’ve felt great… But the jail time wouldn’t of… So I guess I made the right choice, as hard as it was to control myself.