Temper, temper!

I don't really have much of a temper, and although I'm easily annoyed some days it rarely ever goes beyond that. Grumbling quietly is more my style as opposed to outright rage. Being passive is a little boring, but I feel bad about the times when I do blow up. Not because I regret my actions, but because I feel like I should have had more composure.

No interesting rage stories come to mind right off. I usually just start yelling, and since it happens so rarely anyone who knows me is pretty rattled by it. There was one occassion where I shoved a large table about 7 feet into a guy's back though. Didn't hurt him, but it scared him and that was all I was going for anyway. I can't even remember why I was so pissed at the time, just that it was after school in a science classroom.

Jam it back in, in the dark.