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My anger isn't anger anymore. It's pure fucking rage. It's my response to everything wrong in the world plus my personal issues & day to day problems. I don't have an outlet for it other than my music, but I still need a physical outlet - like a professional boxing bag.

Everything sets me off. The smallest things like my phone falling out of my pocket on the sidewalk did it for me. It wasn't just the fact that it happened, but my phone has a massive crack all the way across the back end of it - I should be thankful that it wasn't the screen, but I still flew into a massive rage about it for a few minutes.

I go from 0 to 1000 immediately & I need to control it before I end up really doing something I regret.

My anger isn't anger anymore. It's pure fucking rage. It's my response to everything wrong in the world plus my personal issues & day to day problems. I don't have an outlet for it other than my music, but I still need a physical outlet - like a professional boxing bag. Everything sets me off. The smallest things like my phone falling out of my pocket on the sidewalk did it for me. It wasn't just the fact that it happened, but my phone has a massive crack all the way across the back end of it - I should be thankful that it wasn't the screen, but I still flew into a massive rage about it for a few minutes. I go from 0 to 1000 immediately & I need to control it before I end up really doing something I regret.

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Really? I was coming coming down from the mountains in my 4x4 which is a massive roll hazard. I was taking it slow (speed limit) on the switchbacks when some asshats got up behind me tailgating me within 6 feet. Dudes were throwing their hands up giving me the finger within 5 seconds giving me no room to slow down and move over to safely get into the gully on the side of the mountain. Finally, after 2 minutes of abuse, I came up on a pull over for a scenic overlook but it came up fast so I had to slam on the brakes and throw my blinker on to pull off. The faggots barely had time to slow and it was a miracle they didn’t hit me. As they rode off into the sunset, they barely were able to keep their balance while they were flipping me off.

Talk about motorcycles, winding roads, and controlling rage.

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There is those folks out there ruining a good way of life