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.

Robin, I never got physical fighting with someone I cared about, not ever.

But as I say, someone I loathed? I scared myself. The neurotic cow groupie who got her kicks from telling all the women of her acquaintance about how she'd done their boyfriends? Put her in the hospital and never even knew I was doing it.

That was the last time I physically lost my temper. I seem to have eradicated that.

I know guns work for some people, but I hate the damned things with a stone passion. Besides, as Peter Wimsey pointed out, you can duck a bullet, but cold steel has to go somewhere.

I *only* slam doors or throw things when I'm alone -- never while fighting with someone. And I've never been involved in a fight that got physical, even as a kid. Well, except for my little brother, who used to scratch me. I think I bapped him once or twice.

The only time I ever threw anything at someone was a can of baby formula at the ex-husband. Trust me, if it had hit him, it would have been worth it. Heck, I was more worried about replacing the window it nearly went through.

I have the potential for physical violence. But only when I'm in a completely blind rage. It's only happened once or twice in my entire adult life. I had to learn to control it as a child because I was rough-and-tumble and would strike out in anger easily--which I suspect comes from my mother who tended to punish us while still pissed off. I recall her discipline as being more angry than constructive.

It's also why I don't spank.