I haven't had Anger "issues", infact, I DON'T have Anger issues, but lately for some strange reason, I hate everyone. Every single time I watch T.V., there's always some reality show advertising, and I literally get glad when I think about them dying. And today, something rashly set me off, as if a light switch flipped in my head. And what makes me angrier, is when someone asks if I'm okay, and the reason, and when I say "Everything is fine" they keep agitating me, and I think about doing twisted things to them. Please, someone just understand what I'm going through. I don't normally think like this, but what happend to me is really bad. I will post what happend whenever I cool off. (whenever that will be)

I'm just wondering, is this generally seen as acceptable? I'm not sure. To me it's entirely unacceptable (I was one of the children). My grandmother tells me I need to forgive my mother. Is it just me or is getting a boyfriend when your children's father died three months before completely fucked up?

I grew up around people this didn't happen to (had married, alive parents), so I felt even more isolated. My mother's boyfriend was also an abusive piece of shit who wished me and my siblings would disappear.

I should probably specify and say my mother had this man LIVING IN MY HOME three months after my dad passed away.

Ok so I'm in highschool and recently I got called a creep by this girls friend and got told I sent her "inappropriate videos" even though most of what I sent her was stuffy about dancing, monsters(Inside joke) or Spanish videos. Well anyways news went around and now some of my friends are calling me a creep and telling me to stay away from our female mutual friends even though I didn't do anything to them or send them anything weird. I'm seriously contemplating getting into a fight with them.

I constantly feel like I'm meant for something so much bigger than what is available given today's social standards. It's not just an arbitrary longing of a more substantial life either. It's specific. I know, deep down, in my soul that I'm meant to kill. I have ever since I was a child. There is no safe way to facilitate this. I feel like I just have to wait for some massive event to break down the government and society as we know it. People will have to become resourceful and ruthless or die. I hate this helpless feeling that I have every day, just waiting for something big to happen. This life isn't for me. Things aren't supposed to be easy like this. People aren't meant to feel safe. We need to murder and take what is ours. I know this makes me sound like an animal, but that's just who I am inside and I don't know what to do about it. I just have this savage beast inside waiting to get out. The only time I feel sane is when I'm at the range, or beating the living hell out of the post in my back yard with an aluminum bat that has struck wood so much that it no longer resembles a bat at all. I see the walking dead, falling skies, and revolution, and I just know that's how life is supposed to be. Not this cotton candy, unicorns, and rainbows bullshit. Whenever I try to talk to someone about this feeling, I am always made out to be some sort of monster. I think they want me to feel bad about wanting to kill, but I just don't. I just see them as weak. Is there anyone out there like me, or am I just insane?

I M/24 laid my hands on her 29/F for first time last night...

Me 24M and my girlfriend 29 F have a fairly straitforward relationship. We are both happy from what I can feel, tell, and am aware of. And we only have minor arguments and disagreements on occasion. But I cannot seem to control my anger when I believe she started an argument for no reason at all. Or when I am accused of something I didn't do, or when I believe myself to not be wrong in a situation that she twists to make me seem wrong in.

Last night I snapped and poked her eyeball while my finger was pointed at her face and simultaneously yelling at her. Needless to say just my finger poking her face, left a very large black eye... It was the first time I had ever laid my hands on her out of anger. She wants to leave me now, and I don’t know what to do. She knows of my anger issues and she knows how insanely bad and very hard to control they are for me. But this time was different. My question is... how do I keep my anger contained and how do I hold it in as to not progress into physical violence? Because this cannot progress into more than it already has.

I will not let it... I am so ashamed of my actions and I know I can never take back what I have done...

I feel like it's become counter-cultural to be bigoted, like it somehow makes people feel cool to obsess over, be paranoid of, complain about and laugh at the flaws of certain groups of people. I don't deny that just about every demographic has it's issue, it makes me really angry when people blow it out of proportion. At this point they "actually" start to sound racist rather than just having some sort of objective conversation.

My anger about this phenomenon is multi-faceted:

1. Anecdotally, I've had few bad experiences with people from minority groups. Certainly I've encountered people that fit stereotypes, but I don't really care unless I'm being infringed upon directly, which is almost never the case.

2. This conveys group-think behavior, essentially making someone seem like a follower. I often speculate that they listen to right-wing podcast or gurus and then repeat stereotypes they heard (probably making societal bigotry worse in the process) because it makes them feel like they belong and/or they're empowered against mainstream society. To me, they don't sound cool, they just sound like weak people looking to feel powerful, even at the expense mass swaths of others who have done nothing to them.

3. It makes them seem like haters, like they're primed for negativity. They'll focus on the problematic minority of a group whilst ignoring the unproblematic majority, obsessing, often with paranoia, about uncommon occurrences rather than seeing the more mundane bigger picture. It's exhausting to be around people like this, who generally seem to irrationally see the worst in life. It's one thing to not be naive, it's another thing to not shut the fuck up about every little thing that upsets you about other people (which, to me, are often highly or totally inconsequential).

Putting politics aside, am I in the wrong? What am I not seeing? How do I work on not getting so upset and saying things that I feel guilty about later?

Maybe my anger is justified but my response isn't?

(Please don't make this an anti-republican circle-jerk, liberal people can do this too, with men, whites, Christians, etc).

This sounds really weird, because it is. My best friend and I grew up together in religious households. We are both still really religious, but she just started being sexually actively. We both always used to talk about how we were going to wait for the right person, wait until we’ve known them for a while, etc. then, she went off to college and lives on campus.

The first time she told me she was sexually active, I was devastated. Mainly because the guy she was seeing was a horrible person, but another part of me felt somewhat betrayed. I would never make her feel bad for this and I’ve never expressed my opinion to her and never will. Why do I feel this way?

TW verbal abuse + selfharm mentions

Not sure if this post belongs here but I (F16) used to be angry and physically abusive towards my sibling but stopped a couple years ago. I believe ive been abusing my mom now too. Its gone on for years but I always saw it as myself acting out/being a bad kid and didnt notice I was actually abusive.

I hate being insulted, I hate implications about me and I hate being criticized. Im also overly paranoid and assume everything is a negative implication aimed at me, even regular sentences that arent insulting to most people. I seriously lose my shit if my mom says anything that I interpret as a personal insult. Im the type to get very hysterical and turn on tears when this happens. I just repeatedly ask why she'd say that to me while crying expecting some magic answer to cure my distress. Sometimes I even get violent. Ive punched walls, gotten very close to her, pointed at her with aggressive demeanor, beat myself until I bust my lip and yell hysterically. I yell my questions and ask them repeatedly. I can scream and cry for hours just because something felt insulting/wrong to me.

When im mad I have fantasies of beating her up. I actually dont want to do it and i dont think i would. I would never hurt my mom physically, thats where i draw the line. My demeanor is always very aggressive and violent. She once asked if I was going to beat her up. I expect her to mediate most of my worries but wont tell her what i want and expect her to read my mind. I worry about odd things and completely out of nowhere. She definitely walks on eggshells around me. I accuse her of just wanting to hurt me and hating me. When I hurt myself in front of her I tell her its her fault. The things that set me off arent normal. I can handle getting told no. But if i feel insulted, vulnerable, if i get touched, or something in my head gets blown out of proportion I become a nightmare.

Okay well im obviously not super proud of this. Ive been trying to limit my aggression when possible. I dont want people to think im evil or anything. I honestly want to stop. how bad of a person does this make me?

idk he is a ass. he say so much stpd sht i cannot stand for it. he interupt me when i talk to my freind and keep me home for no f*ng reason at all but to watch a tv show. he dfoesnt listened to me for so long i blew up and i did it and i punched him in the head. he didnt say anything he just sent me to my room and now its been like 7 hours and im pissed still but ik i will get into trouble how do i control this

Dishes are piling up in the sink, there's a bag of trash in my kitchen, and tonight I'm going to bed without even brushing my teeth.

Today was another depressing yet wonderful day of staring at my crush all day long at work. Even if it's quite far from what I want, it's better than nothing (not seeing him at all).

I feel pathetic. I'm 31 years old and barely make enough to survive. I have $419 in monthly credit card payments and a student loan I can't even pay so it's deferred. I afford my cc payments by paying the credit cards, then putting gas, my electric bill, and car insurance bill right back on the cards, so it'll be a long time before they go down. Oh well, better than defaulting and going through that nightmare again.

I am fat and dealing with minor health issues that could become major if I don't take a lot of weight off. I started going to the gym but it's going to be a long time before I start feeling healthier. I'm scared I'll lose motivation.

I have no friends, really. My days are just...work, go home, get on the internet, go to bed, get up, go to work, go home, internet, bed. There's nothing to break this cycle. I don't even know what a life is supposed to look like anymore. I feel like such a loser.

I hate being a virgin. My entire sex life is staring at and fantasizing about my crush, masturbating, and watching videos on the internet of men masturbating and receiving oral and handjobs. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I have a relationship? Why am I in my thirties and never kissed?

I started writing a really mean blog attacking this woman with a blog. I wrote all these awful things about her. I deleted the blog because I realized it was just feeding into negativity. Some people on a few websites said the most awful things about me.

So, in summary, I'm a morbidly obese, destitute-and-in-debt, sexually frustrated, friendless, angry, depressed 31 year old woman who's never been kissed.

What a great hand to be dealt.

All of you who are available online, please send your best energies and wishes for her death please

In my 29 years of life, nothing has caused more rage in me than errors in Pokemon Go. While I have had occasional angry outbursts since my teen years, I would typically feel a decent amount of shame afterward. But with Pokemon Go, I feel completely justified and explode more often than once a month. Of note, my Mother died by sudden brain aneurysm 3 weeks after my 13th birthday.

I absolutely love Pokemon Go when the game runs good. My post history shows great pride in my accomplishments. However as soon as an error comes up that stops me from doing a raid, such as freezing at white word go, I will yell as loud as I can at my phone in public something like "You have no right to do this to me. I'm triple level 40 and I served a mission."

From this I can see that I greatly fear something beyond my control nullifying my in game power that I worked hard for. Raids also cost a Raid Pass as well as time spent coordinating on Slack, driving to it, and often waiting for people to arrive, so it's also a rage about lost resources.

If I really wanted to rage but didn't, its usually because the raid was at or near a place of religious significance for me, such as the Provo Utah City Center Temple. I also have the ability to have a delayed rage. Like the time I was in front of a Church, then at the next raid 10 minutes later I said "Oh we're not in front of a Church anymore so I can say what i really think", and proceeded with my profanity laden rant as if the event had happened 10 seconds ago. Where do i go from here?

TL;DR Errors in Pokemon Go, my favorite game cause major explosive rage and I would like to stop the rage.

My crush is beautiful. I love his lips. I love his eyes, his nose, his hands, arms, his skinny legs and flat butt. Whenever I'm around him, I just drink him in like something delicious.

I hadn't really seen much of him in a week when we worked together yesterday. I couldn't get enough of him and kept staring. I know this is creepy, but I can't help it. It just feels too good. I know I'm being a creep, but I can't stop. He met my eyes only once or twice, but he was busy. He was working.

Eventually I get mad because he won't look back at me (which feels amazing when he does, can't even explain how incredibly good it feels when his eyes meet mine, even if it is slightly unbearable in a good way). So I can't stand to look at him anymore and I stick a piece of paper on top of the electronic price sign thing on top of my register so it blocks him from my view.

I am being an asshole. I am being a brat. I am basically demanding that he drop his job (he is extremely busy) and stare into my eyes for four hours. I have no right to ask him to do this. He is busy. He is at work. Rationally I know this, but emotionally, I want his attention so bad. I want to stare into each other's eyes for four hours. I don't know how to stop wanting this, stop craving this. I want him so badly, so very badly. I want him so very much.

He hates when I ignore him. He hates when I block him from view. What a mean, horrible thing for me to do. I feel like total shit, feel like a bitch, an asshole. Why am I doing this? I'm pushing him away. I will lose him forever.

He tries to look at me a few times, but I just put another piece of paper up so he can't see me at all. Then I take it down.

I look up and see that he's crying. I run away. I feel like shit. I hate myself.

Sorry that this is rambly and weird. I just feel so scared and so confused. I don't know what I'm doing. I have no idea what's going on. I just can't stop wanting him, I want him so bad.

Ok im 14 years old going to school in UK in the northeast of england. I fucking love hunting, being in nature and going outdoors. im gonna live in a fucking cabin or something when im older. I go to school and in the city and whenever i walk i see people who don't give a shit about nature or the natural world. Talking about bullshit like phones and technology or friends or social bullshit. THEY DONT CARE ABOUT NATURE AND THE FORESTS. People in my science class who get disgusted when anyone talks about blood or guts or whatever. PEople who are anti hunting. They don't even care, it makes me so fucking annoyed. The UK only has about 15% forest cover and no one gives a shit about it. Only a few "rewilders" actually care about living a primitive life. now here comes the "elliot rodger" part. I find that its women who dont care about nature the most. I have a few friends who have shot a rabbit or whatever, sometimes go camping, but women dont fucking care, they care about makeup and fucking magazines and bitchy shit. Id like to have someone to talk to about hunting and gathering or ANYTHING, but no. All these "hippies" are just fucking vegans or vegetarians who hate hunting. YOu get some proper "hippies" who actually hunt (my cousin is a "hippy" who hunts rabbits and lives in an eco house he made himself) but no one gives a shit. I am shit in social situations (i have a few friends, i cant talk to women at all, i just blush), i havent been in a forest FOR WEEKS, i go to my dads work when i have free time, thats in the countryside but its not a real forest, i just want to go live in the woods but i have to go to school and learn shit i dont want to. I'm not chris mccandles, i need to learn about nature a lot more, but I have to deal with going to school (my legs ache because i am very active and like walking, i have to sit down for hours) , i will never get a fucking girlfriend (don't worry, there'll be a girl for you someday, just be yourself (OBVIOUSLY DOESNT FUCKING WORK). I just want a girl my age to go camping or hunting with, but no one fucking cares. Im a fucking lost cause, fuck my life. I could be good at sports or anything else but instead i have a desire to go into the forests, and no one else has that.

sorry if this is confusing i just fucking hate the city and urban enviroments (i hate living in a city) and i am a fucking joke to everyone i know. You may think i'm some special snowflake but i just want someone to talk to about nature.

I work at Walmart.

Tonight these two women, probably a mother and daughter, come through my line with a bunch of shirts and other crap. I stop halfway through, thinking they're separate orders and say the total. "Um, we're not done, there's more here," the daughter sneers. "There's more, I have this stuff," sneers the mother.

Their tone really pisses me off. I guess the mother senses I'm pissed because she's like "Is that a problem? Are you okay?"

What a pair of cunts. When they left, I gave them a receipt and said nothing. They can go fuck themselves.

This sad excuse of a dog shit aka my brother, makes me angry to the point where I want to see him dead, I’m usually a calm person but he brings out the worst in me. He knows If it wasn’t illegal I’d take him out tries to piss me off on purpose everyday etc

Nothing is probably new in what I'm going to write, but this is something that I observed.

The reason why we men tend to lose cool more often than women, we just can't cry or we have the ability to resist the urge to cry more than women (that's how we are raised). I recently had an argument with my father and it didn't go well. Obviously being the father "He's always Right". It went so bad that he isn't talking to me properly. I'm so much frustrated and depressed that I would cry but I can resist it and realised that it has turned into an anger. So much anger that I might even smash and break my laptop on my table.

Women easily let things go by shedding of a few tears and hence they don't really get angry.

And most of the guys I meet do at least want to hook up even if they may not admit it...it's their mannerisms around me.

I had made a post a while back about twins. In my post I had named the identical twins Bob and Barry. The twin I am dating is Barry. This past week, Bob and Barry had a Halloween party and I talked to Bob's wife more hoping she could be a new girl to hang out with and I wouldn't have to worry about her hitting on the guy I'm dating because every time I try to befriend a single girl, the single girls always end up dating my exes and I just can't trust people because of that...

Well in my last post, I told people how I tried to hide my crush for Bob, especially since I'm sort of hanging out with Barry now. It was apparent at the party that I think Bob has a crush on me, too, but neither of us ever speak of it since he's married and I'm dating his single twin, Barry. I think the wife could sense it.

I think even Barry could sense it because he was looking at the both of us funny while Bob and I were sitting next to each other on the couch playing video games...so the next time, I just moved away from Bob.

I don't want to lose Bob as a friend because he has been a good friend to me, but this insane secret crush may be the end point and it sucks that I may lose two people.

Bob and I have more interests in common than Barry and I do and Bob doesn't have kids. I just hate the situation that Bob is married.

I just wonder how long Bob can go before he cracks that he does have a crush on me. After the party, we've kept our distance, and I've been into Barry more. Even if Bob admits he has a crush on me, I doubt he is going to divorce his wife, plus, I'm talking to Barry.

tl;dr I was hoping I could be friends with Bob's wife to have another girl to hang out with...but because of the situation it's not really working out to be that way. I just want to scream!!! Has anyone else had trouble befriending girls?

(With all due respect, please do not post replies like "Go visit therapists", they might try to make me live as dude. They would hardly make me feel like tiny, cute looking girl. No offense but people like therapists and counselors always try to correct people and make them as "ordinary" as possible. I want to carry my wrath on. That is to say, I need someone can make me feel like a adorable looking girl, even though I am 6 feet colossal cis guy.)

My too huge body, too small pelvis, Korean guys' trademarks such as awkward eyes and skin tones always have been bothering me. Do not even want to buy new clothes since big clothes always make wearer mundane and characterless. They never make wearer younger, juvenile, girlish..... Perhaps every wardrobe from fast fashion brands make wearer same as other people. I think Female Yukatas, see-through summer dresses can expose my panties and bra, very short pleated skirts....alike can make me girl, but no shops sell this large cute clothes and I loathe my body and gender even further. That even makes me despise dude Pixiv illustrators draw cute gals......do they deserve drawing of such lovely girls even though they are real manly dude?!

Anyway, what should I do to consider myself as woman.

This may be controversial.

Every morning, without fail, I'm just angry. Angry about the world, angry about myself, and filled with so much hatred. I've been this way since I was a kid, but I've always suppressed it. I resorted to smoking weed, and it helps, but that's a temporary fix to a long term issue, and I haven't smoked in weeks.

With all the shit happening in the world, I'm feeling genuine murderous rage for those responsible. I want to kill the people that are bombing others. I want to kill those who cause harm to others. I want to kill everyone associated with the Epstein Files.

This doesn't affect anybody in my immediate vicinity, since I only have these feelings towards people who deserve it. I've never felt this angry in my entire life and I don't know how to deal with it.

How do I deal with this?

Cause you dont care and behave high status since you no longer care?

Does it cause soem kind of permanent burn out if you have enough anger? Or is it only in the moment?

Once you are an angry guy you are just permanently angry once you get to a certain point? Always suffering and doing things that cause problems and sorrow?

I feel like the pending eclipse is causing me to feel more moody than usual. Is any one else feeling that way?

I just want to be better to the people around me I'm tired of being such a bitch all the time.

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