See, I was raised by the maxim "Children do not show anger. Ladies do not show anger, either, unless it's toward unruly children." If I shut a door a little too hard when my mother knew I was mad, I had to come back and shut it correctly. If I stomped out of a room because I was prohibited from expressing my disagreement and frustration, I was made to come back and leave again, "Like a lady." I was not allowed to throw things, unless it was an unsatisfactory sock against a wall--a balled pair of socks made enough noise that she would come and check that I wasn't throwing things. There was no outlet made for anger, and thus I turned it inward, eating it until my weight ballooned and also my digestive system tried to digest itself.
Even though they were boys, I made provision for my kids to vent their anger harmlessly, and made occasion for them to express their opinions without censure. One can benefit from a negative example, after all.
But let me tell you, since Mom's gone stoney deaf? You never saw anybody take as much joy in slamming a door when I get frustrated and angry with her. It makes me feel better instantly.
I love throwing things. I don't hit anymore. That way lies bad, cyclical ways. But I love throwing things. Especially glass things. I love the breaking noises.
I love the breaking noises
Firearms. Much more satisfying. A couple of times a year I tell my husband that we have to go to the firing range, and then I'm good for months.
See, the breaking noises just make me cringe. The satisfaction of throwing and breaking is always cancelled out by the fact that *I'm* gonna have to clean that up, and gods know I won't get it all, and I'll be stepping on something nasty barefoot in a week or two.
See, the breaking noises just make me cringe. The satisfaction of throwing and breaking is always cancelled out by the fact that *I'm* gonna have to clean that up, and gods know I won't get it all, and I'll be stepping on something nasty barefoot in a week or two.
I swing both ways on this one. There is a great deal of satisfaction to taking the cordless phone that has eaten 2 new batteries in 2 months and throwing it with as much force as you can against the sidewalk. Even the cleaning up feels satisfying because you'll never have to deal with that suckass piece of shit again.
BTW, Bev. Got a package today. Thankee, kindly!
EeeeE! Welcome! There's more, for in person.
But that's another thread and far away....
Well, (cackle) not THAT far away.
I love throwing breakable things, too, because I love the noise, but I'm with Bev on the cleaning it up. I usually don't want to break most of the stuff I have, either -- I need to get some cheap dollar-store glasses or plates, I think.
So I'm a door/drawer slammer from way back instead. I'm also known to slam my hand onto a table or door, although I have broken blood vessels doing so, which then hurt and make me feel stupid.
I used to have a frying pan for throwing, and there was never-ending construction in that apartment's kitchen, so I had a nice bare spot on the wall to throw it at.
Maybe a little OCD for stress relief, but it worked.
Do you guys throw things and slam things when fighting WITH people? I do it when I am alone (and did anyone mention slamming one's hand into the steering wheel in order to avoid killing bad drivers?) but I wouldn't throw anything at someone. My Ex-husband threw a vase of water in my face once and I still remember how bad it felt. He also broke a table with a glass top by turning it over during a fight. I broke a bowl during a fight with him--but I haven't done anything like that since we broke up.
I have never thrown anything at anyone or struck anyone out of anger since I was much, much younger. I have been known to hit a table or wall when I'm really pissed off at someone, though. But mostly throwing and/or hitting things only happens when the cause of my anger is not present. When the person is there to yell at its much easier to vent that way.
