Anger & such
I am a touch person.
I blame this on my imagination, I can Imagine almost anything in life like down to the smallest detail except touch. This is part of the reason I always want to reach out and touch my friends. (but I have too many who are touch shy at the moment so I don't)
Anyway The Subject Anger
Had a friend ask me why I am a afraid of my anger, and That is the answer.
When my anger gets going, I no longer think, I can't talk, I can barely reason. my loss all sense of color and the world seems Black and white All I want to do is rip something to pieces with my bare hands. The last time I truly lost my temper, I stopped when I put my hand into a cinder block wall. ( I did not think it was possible until it broke, That is why I was beating on it) I also confirmed at that point that I lose all sense of pain in my body.
On the plus side that was the last time my temper broke, I have been angry enough I had to leave since then, but not to the point I had to lock myself in a room.
The scariest part for me is that part of me loves it.
I blame this on my imagination, I can Imagine almost anything in life like down to the smallest detail except touch. This is part of the reason I always want to reach out and touch my friends. (but I have too many who are touch shy at the moment so I don't)
Anyway The Subject Anger
Had a friend ask me why I am a afraid of my anger, and That is the answer.
When my anger gets going, I no longer think, I can't talk, I can barely reason. my loss all sense of color and the world seems Black and white All I want to do is rip something to pieces with my bare hands. The last time I truly lost my temper, I stopped when I put my hand into a cinder block wall. ( I did not think it was possible until it broke, That is why I was beating on it) I also confirmed at that point that I lose all sense of pain in my body.
On the plus side that was the last time my temper broke, I have been angry enough I had to leave since then, but not to the point I had to lock myself in a room.
The scariest part for me is that part of me loves it.