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Have you ever just properly lost your rag, Michael Douglas in Falling Down style?  :knuppel2:

 

 

 

I lose my temper every other day, but every now and then, maybe once a year, I properly fucking lose my cool and go apeshit.

 

 

I'll just give one example, cos I'd be here all day recreating mental stories.

 

It was nearly a year ago actually, August the 13th infact. I remember because it was my lasses birthday party, her birthday was on the Tuesday, but we had her party on the Friday. It was actually Friday the 13th, which possibly could explain my actions.

 

My lass had invited one of her mates from Uni along, and she brought her boyfriend with her, who I hadn't met before. I instanty took a disliking to him. He had one of those horrible smug looking faces that you just want to smash in.

 

I was happy to put that behind me though, as it was Leannes birthday, and well, I wanted things to go right. Anyway, the couple sit quite close to our table with my missus' other Uni mates. So I'm sitting there, having a drink, half listening to people, and I overhear this lad slagging off people left right and centre. Just normal people walking into the party, he would smirk and start ripping it out them, proper little coward.

 

So I listened for a few more minutes, just getting more and more angry at his kid and then he turns his attention to my lasses auntie ( I don't tell my lass at this point), and he starts calling her daft names, nowt too malicious, but just petty remarks about her appearance. By this point, I'm raging, partly because I'm fond of my lasses auntie but mostly because this cunt is so arrogant he isn't even trying to whisper this shit.

 

So I tell my lass about it, and typical woman response, she tells me not to get involved and just ignore him. But I just couldn't.

 

 

I caught his eye with mine, and just stared at the little cunt. He looked at me, then looked away. Then he looked at me again and just laughed.

 

 

By this point my head was pounding with pure rage, and thinking back, I don't know why, because now I'd probably just call him a cunt and be done with it. I wish I had now really, but fuck it no regrets.

 

He went to the bar on his own, so I followed him up, thinking i was Rocky, and said ' Have you got a problem mate? 'All you've done all night is rip the piss out of people including my lasses auntie'

 

He then said these words ' Well, I wanted to take the piss out of your lass, but you were staring at me all night, so I didn't have the chance'

 

 

Then I headbutted him, so hard I broke my own nose. He went down like a sack of potatos, much to my suprise, as that was only the second time i've nutted someone, and the first time it had no effect and the bloke barely moved.

 

Party came to standstill, and the barstaff escorted me from the premises as this guy went to the bogs to sort his face out.

 

 

Not a bad man, not a fighter, but was just pushed over the edge on that particular day.

 

 

 

Anyone got any stories?  :troll:

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Aye, I did about 6 months back at work and thought I was going to get sacked.

 

I was walking through the warehouse with a pallet and as I walked past this dick head they said "You nearly ran over my foot" in the most obnoxious voice I have ever heard and I'd had a bad day and just lost it. I exhausted my extensive vocabulary of swear words and somewhere in that I screamed "IT WILL BE YOUR FACE NEXT TIME"

 

In my defence it was about 9am on a Sunday morning and I had been out drinking and was particularly tetchy and tired.

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I can honestly say I've never thrown a punch out of anger (kind of, read below).  I've ripped the shit out of some people though after losing my cool.

 

The only time that I was about to lay some shithead out was when I was meeting my girlfriend at the time up at our favorite bar.  As I'm walking up one of our mutual friends pulls me aside and tells me I'm walking into trouble.  Apparently some fuck called my girlfriend fat or something along those lines (don't know the exact quote as I wasn't there at the time).  I looked up towards the front door and the guy was surrounded by all of our friends and his friends backing him up.  My friends and I pretty much had the bar to ourselves most nights so I knew everyone that worked at the bar and noticed a few of the bartenders out there as well.  One of our good friends was bird-chesting with the shithead and everything was kind of coming to a boiling point.  I straight bolted towards the crowd to get in and lay this kid out but the bartenders stopped me from making any real contact with the kid and he got shoved back into his friends.  It was all really just a lot of shoving but the kid fucked off after he realized that my friends and I pretty much had the run of the bar there.  I was proper raging at the time but sometimes wish I was even more off my head so that I would've plowed through everyone and just got the hits in properly and fucked this kid up - there is a lot of pent up anger inside me because I've never properly let it out like that - kid would've been doomed.  The bartenders/owner just really didn't want the cops at his place for any trouble as the front door is right across from a movie theater so there are cops out there quite often.

 

So I guess I've thrown a punch in anger but there wasn't any proper contact.

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Never 'lost it' totally since I was very young. Like 12ish. I seem to be one of those people who gets into scraps and stuff quite regularly as I find it difficult to let things go, usually the smallest of things that escalate. Probably not a good idea as I'm skinny as fuck, though, one day I'll get a proper kicking.

 

Countless times being out on my own or outnumbered and been started on by chavs where I could have quite easily been severely done in. Acting hard and putting on a front does wonders. Last proper fight (disregarding when playing football) was probably at a gig about six months ago when some absolute hipster cunt shoved in front of a girl and her fella meaning they couldn't see. The bf was a pussy and didn't say anything but the girl tapped him on the shoulder, said something and the guy just smiled in her face and shrugged as if to say 'shit happens'. I have a major dislike of these types of people anyway which probably contributed, but I had a right go at him, it escalated, he tried to grab me or smack me and quite a few punches were thrown and we both ended up on the floor tripping several other people up in the process. :lol: Didn't get kicked out but he did!

 

I've only 'thrown' one headbutt, at some little shit that started on me and two mates with about fifteen of them. Cut him quite badly and he said his Dad was a copper and he was going to get me done. He didn't but shit myself for about two weeks.

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When I was working at the takeaway, we had some drunk charvas (aged about 12) who were causing a nuisance outside. They were knocking on/elbowing the windows and then proceeded to throw some plants (:laugh: when I now think about their "weapon of choice") at me. Needless to say, I got very wound up and really wanted to kick the s*** out of them.

 

When the little s***s saw me approach the door, they legged it basically. When I was about to actually open the door, my mum stopped me and managed to calm me down.

 

That's the closest I've been to actually "losing it".

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:lol:

 

Rocker's fucking class like.

 

 

 

Were you there when that bald bloke tried to keep four chairs on a table, when the bar was packed and we wanted to sit down?

 

'I'm keeping these seats for my friends..'

 

I gave him the benefit of the doubt and waited ten mins, went back over.

 

'Excuse me, can we just take these seats? We've been standing up for 10 mins and we're leaving shortly, how about when your friends get here, we just give the seats back?'

 

'No, i'm keeping them, just leave it'

 

 

Rage erupts in me...

 

'No, you're not having them, i'm taking them over there now, actually, so you're mates will have to fucking stand...prick'

 

:lol:

 

He was massive, I'm glad I guessed he was a pussy cos otherwise I would've been mangled.

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I'm boring. Whenever I'm about to lose it, I just walk away or go off for a drive or someit. I work with kids though, and although I could f***ing knock a few of them out sometimes, I don't think it'd be the best thing to do :lol:

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Never lost it in an 'i'm angry at you, grr' sense... but i had a complete breakdown as i had to defer uni for a year due to some financial problems. The realisation i couldn't go happened in one moment, and i absolutely lost it. Screaming hysterically into a pillow like a three-year-old. Parents were terrified. :lol:

 

Pretty sure i started a thread on here saying "btw guyz i've decided to take a gap yr, any1 got any tips?". In reality that post took about three days to type thanks to the distraught trembling. :lol:

 

Worked out alright like.

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Never lost it in an 'i'm angry at you, grr' sense... but i had a complete breakdown as i had to defer uni for a year due to some financial problems. The realisation i couldn't go happened in one moment, and i absolutely lost it. Screaming hysterically into a pillow like a three-year-old. Parents were terrified. :lol:

 

Pretty sure i started a thread on here saying "btw guyz i've decided to take a gap yr, any1 got any tips?". In reality that post took about three days to type thanks to the distraught trembling. :lol:

 

Worked out alright like.

 

I'm really really sorry but... :mackems: :mackems:

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Went out in Boro one night couple years ago. Quite a few people in a flat, some playing drinking fifa, some playing ring of fire in the kitchen. There's a massive bitch cup in the middle with loads of different shit in it. I stumble in after playing fifa, already pretty smashed.

 

Turns out they'd set it up completely for me to pull the last king, and seeing as it was my first involvement in the game they weren't expecting me to actually drink it, but I did.

 

After about 15 minutes in the club I was kicked out and just hung around the smoking area, absolutely smashed for a while, not really doing anything wrong though.

 

The police then got involved.

 

I was adamant I hadn't done anything wrong, and they gave me 3 warnings to leave. I wasn't having any of it was being, rude, to them. So they put me in their car and gave me a "Direction to Leave notice" which basically gave me 15 minutes to get out of middlesbrough city centre, or I'd be arrested. I also wasn't allowed to return for 24 hours.

 

In the morning, I didn't have a fucking clue had gone on, and I find this slip from the police on my desk. Description was while male, stocky, short beard.

 

At the bottom it asked for my signature in big writing "REFUSED TO SIGN". cant believe they didn't arrest, vaguely remember being in the car but not much else of it

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15 minutes to leave Boro? Fucking hell thats a bit harsh :lol: You get a taxi back or just stay down there anyway?

 

I'm needlessly cuntish to the police when i'm pissed like

 

Pah. I'd shit mesen before i got a chance to be cuntish. The one encounter with the police i've had in Newcastle was stood outside of Head of Steam. Unbeknownst to me there was a few coppers stood by the corner. My mates and i were about to move on and, in a jovial mood, i kept saying "so..." over and over again. The (needlessly, imo) disgruntled police officer thought i was addressing him with "Sir..." being all smartarsey. He told me to "shut up", or something along the lines of.

 

Felt like just hopping across the road and onto the next train to anywhere.

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Lost it a few times at university mainly down to being pissed (this was over ten years ago) but I remember going through a really bad period when my father passed away when I was looking for trouble when I went out. At the time I really didn't care what happened to me because I felt things couldn't get any worse/I couldn't get any more hurt than I was. Luckily nothing happened.

 

 

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