i've been wanting to post about this all day so i might as well make a thread nomsayin

yesterday at a party a big group of gangsters(uninvited) started causing trouble and stuff, so the owner and friends(who are my friends too but not really close) tried to get them to leave. well things were getting tense and they all were lined up in the back yard ready to go crazy. anyways, it's dangerous because most of these shitheads carry guns and don't give a shit who they kill, so nobody really wants to aggravate them more.

not too sure how it happened but i remember turning around and see 3 of them rush and start flinging a guy down and start beating him pretty bad. i run over and see its my friend, and he tries to get up and they smash a fukin bottle on his head.

swear i've never been that angry in my life brahs. i couldn't even think, i was about to rush into the group and die swinging, so much adrenaline pumping through me at that moment. More friends came outside and we got in front of the gangsters lined up like a scene out of Troy or something. they left right after that and my friend is okay but i still feel angry about it, even went to the gym on an off day to blow off some steam.

I threw a sandwich at a black guy

Hard to say. But probably related to brothers somehow.

I got so mad once that I shoved pizza crust up my butt.

I went and visited my father a couple years back. I'll skip the long stuff, but the point is, there's a history behind it all. Not a good one. An origin that I'd rather forget but can't because it is a part of me. I was okay with him, when he was his regular self.

But, when he drinks, everything gets set free. And I was around for that. The words and the conversations held were far from pleasant. I bit my teeth and held back everything I had because I knew if that went off, it'd be the last thing needed.

Lot of old anger in the background. Easier to deal with now. But back then, I was close. And I know if I'd cut loose I could've done some things that I'd regret later on down the line.

I've been angry before. Angry enough to get in fights. But this anger was something deep. I knew it was so bad that I had to keep it in check. Happy that I did. But I remember that feeling. It was sickening really. You reel in disgust from it, your muscles tense and strain, and you hold everything back, almost just on the edge of acting.

Angriest I've ever been?

Probably a few days after my dad abandoned me, my mom, and brother.
We had gone through a lot, and my brother made a mistake. My mom and brother almost got in a fist fight because of it (which has never even come close to happening before), and my brother left saying he was moving out.

 I was seeing my family fall apart right in front of me, and it was all because of one man's selfishness and choices.

So I called my dad, and let him have it. You know me as a Christian. I was a shadow of myself on that day. I called him every foul thing under the sun for 5 minutes straight. And the worst part? I can't forget that day. It's so scarring, I'll have it with me forever.

I cannot remember, I haven't been angry in a long time. Thankfully. But even if I ever am, like you I just go to the gym. It's very calming.

Can't pick one.

I've gotten really angry plenty of times at shitheads throughout middle and high school.

When I went on a long road-trip with a friend. I did all the driving and he never volunteered to take over. I even asked him to do some driving and he refused.

that time I got stabbed... pretty pissed about that.
There's also the time I found out my high school gf was cheating on me with one of my friends.
And when my brother offed himself thanks to some scumbags who were bullying him, I broke 3 kids noses, and shattered one's arm.