r/Anger

So, I’m dealing with justifiable anger due to a housemate who is a loud talker and won’t stop talking. Today I woke up angry so I decided to try something. I spoke to my anger like it’s an actual person. “Hay Anger! I understand your feeling is justified but it’s literally making me uncomfortable. Can you please cool it?” Instantly I was able to take a real deep breath. Give it a try next time your anger riled up.

The question may probably sound corny and edgy but I want to know if I’m not alone and maybe feel less like a piece of shit

I have had a problem for quite a Lil bit: I want everyone dead. Idk why. I'm not alarmed or anything but like, it's like I just wanna fucking shoot someone in the face and call it a day. It's not like I'm being narcissistic or anything here, but like, I wouldn't be considered *safe* to be around if I was given a loaded gun. I google it and it says some dumbshit like "you're stressed" or something depressing idk, but I don't *feel* stressed at all. I mean, I can't feel a lot of things which is slightly concerning. I'm a bit *too* nonchalant after my aunt passed away and I've been like "so what? Idgaf" for a bit.

I kinda put on a fake smile every day. Fake laugh or something. I actually don't mean it when I say "concerning".

So what if your injured? I want you more injured. Idgaf about *your* feelings

I thought I had learned how to manage both my people-pleasing tendencies and my angry outbursts. But I was wrong.

My day was going productive, and I was feeling satisfied. However, at some point, a situation caught me off guard and I ended up reflexively people-pleasing. Then, I felt disappointed in myself for my own "fawn" response and got upset.

Ater that, I ended up having an angry outburst. Once again, I used violent speech and made threats (just like I've done in the past).

Now, I've managed to calm myself down. But I feel even more disappointed in myself for my angry outburst.

I did ask around for a therapist, and set up an appointment for next week. But it's difficult to accept the fact that I can't undo what I've done.

If you can relate to me in any way, I'd appreciate your input on how I can better manage my anger issues.

I may not reply to your comment, but I'd be grateful for your contribution. Thank you once again, in advance.

hey guys, first of all English is not my mother tongue, so my apology if a little bit confusing.

So recently i had an anger outbursts, i was shouting, screaming, as if i'm possessed by the demon, and as i recall this is my first time i have an anger outbursts. i was punching a table a couple of times, and fortunately i didn't harm anybody, it just my arm feel a little bit sore.

i don't know if an anger outbursts is normal or not, because i don't like this feeling at all, embarrassed, shame, and regret. i guess i didn't have a good anger management, also scared disappointed my family.

I honestly don’t know how to explain this without making it ridiculously long, but I need outside opinions because I feel like I’m going crazy sometimes dealing with my older brother.

He’s 25 and I’m younger than him buy a couple years.

The biggest problem I have with him is that no matter what we argue about, somehow the conversation always ends up becoming about how I hurt him, what I did wrong, or what I need to change.

And I want to say this before anything else: I know I’m not perfect.

I get frustrated. I can take things personally. Sometimes when I feel like I’m being unfairly blamed I get emotional and defensive. There are definitely situations I could have handled better.

But I swear, with him it feels like I can NEVER just be innocent in a situation.

Like he can get offended or hurt over something incredibly small, and if I point out that I think the reaction is way bigger than what actually happened, he’ll basically say:

“You need to be mindful of how your actions affect other people.”

And that sentence drives me insane now.

Not because the sentence itself is wrong.

Obviously you should care about how your actions affect people.

But it feels like he uses that sentence as a trump card where the argument is automatically over.

He got hurt = I did something wrong.

That’s it.

If I say, “But I didn’t mean it that way,” then I’m apparently not acknowledging his feelings.

If I explain why I did something, then I’m making excuses.

If I get frustrated because I feel like he’s accusing me of something ridiculous, then now my frustration becomes another thing I did wrong.

And if I point out something HE did to hurt ME, somehow we eventually end up talking about what I did that supposedly caused his reaction in the first place.

It feels like I can never be cleared of anything.

One example that really got to me happened right before I left for college.

My uncle left to go back to work for two weeks. My brother got frustrated with me because I didn’t tell him my uncle was leaving and because I didn’t say goodbye to my uncle.

Then there was another thing where I didn’t ask our aunt to take me to the airport when I was going to leave for college.

My brother told me that stuff “causes inconvenience” and then told me:

“You need to be more selfless.”

That absolutely crushed me.

Because WHAT?

Over that?

I already spend a ridiculous amount of time worrying about whether I’m inconveniencing people or upsetting people.

I already think about other people constantly.

But one situation happens and suddenly I need to “be more selfless.”

That’s what bothers me so much.

It’s rarely just:

“Hey, I wish you had handled this differently.”

It becomes something about my entire character.

“You need to be more selfless.”

“You need to stop thinking about yourself.”

“You need to be mindful of how your actions affect other people.”

And after hearing stuff like that enough times, I feel like I’m supposed to predict every possible reaction somebody could have before I do literally anything.

Like:

“Will he get offended if I don’t tell him this?”

“Will somebody think I’m selfish if I do this?”

“Was I supposed to ask this person first?”

“Did I say that in the wrong tone?”

“Will somebody take this personally?”

“Is somebody going to say I wasn’t thinking about them?”

It is exhausting.

And the part that makes me angry is that I don’t feel like the same rules apply to him.

When HE gets angry, there’s always a reason.

When HE gets frustrated, I’m supposed to understand where he’s coming from.

When HE gets offended, I’m supposed to examine myself and figure out how my actions affected him.

But if I get frustrated because of the way he’s talking to me?

Then suddenly I’m the problem for getting frustrated.

If I tell him his tone is bothering me, he’ll deny the tone or redirect the conversation back onto something I did.

It feels like:

When he is hurt, his hurt proves something about me.

When I am hurt, my hurt becomes something I need to manage better.

That’s the part I cannot stand.

And there is one thing he did that I still think was WAY beyond normal sibling arguing.

I have a history of attempting suicide.

This was in the past. I’m not currently suicidal.

But during an argument, my brother used my past suicide against me.

I’m intentionally not quoting exactly what was said there because I don’t remember every word perfectly and I don’t want to exaggerate it, but he brought one of the most vulnerable and painful things from my life into an argument and used it against me.

That changed something for me.

Because how am I supposed to trust somebody with vulnerable information after that?

I forgave him because I’m a Christian and my faith teaches me to forgive people.

But I’ve also realized that forgiving someone doesn’t magically mean I trust them again.

I don’t hate him.

I don’t want revenge.

I’m not sitting around hoping something bad happens to him.

But honestly?

I don’t think we are ever going to be very close.

He says he wants to be close with me and our sister, and I just keep thinking:

How?

How do you build closeness when I have to wonder whether something I tell you could become ammunition the next time you’re angry?

And what makes this complicated is that he’s not just some horrible person 24/7.

He has done genuinely nice things for me.

For example, he gave me $1,500 for college.

It was a gift. Not a loan.

And I am genuinely thankful for that.

I can acknowledge that was generous.

But sometimes I feel like people think if somebody does something generous for you, then you’re supposed to forget every awful thing they’ve done during conflict.

I don’t think both things cancel each other out.

He can have helped me financially AND have hurt me badly.

Those things can both be true.

There were other smaller things too.

Before I moved away for college, I wanted to put my game consoles into storage.

They’re mine. I bought them.

My brother seemed to want me to leave them because he wanted access to them, even though he barely even plays them.

And it was another one of those situations where I found myself thinking:

Why does something this simple even have the potential to become an argument?

Why do I feel like I need to justify putting my own property into storage?

That’s what so much of living around my family started feeling like.

I had to think five steps ahead because somebody might get offended.

And here is the thing I’m struggling with the most:

I understand that you shouldn’t just say:

“Well, I didn’t mean to hurt you, so your feelings don’t matter.”

I don’t believe that.

Intent isn’t everything.

Obviously our actions affect other people.

But I ALSO don’t think:

“You hurt my feelings”

automatically means:

“Therefore you did something wrong.”

People can get offended over unreasonable things.

People can misunderstand something.

People can take something personally.

People can have expectations that aren’t fair.

People can genuinely be hurt and still be overreacting.

Their feelings are still real.

But I don’t understand why their feelings automatically become MY moral responsibility.

That is basically the argument I can never seem to get through to my brother.

Because whenever I say his reaction is disproportionate, it comes right back to:

“Be mindful of how your actions affect other people.”

Okay.

But what about how YOUR actions affect ME?

Why does that sentence only seem to go one direction?

Why am I expected to understand why you got angry enough to say something awful to me, but if I get upset because you said something awful, now we need to analyze my reaction?

That’s what makes me feel insane.

I don’t need him to tell me I’m right 100% of the time.

I genuinely don’t.

If I’m being selfish, tell me.

If I was rude, tell me.

If I should apologize, I will.

I just want there to be SOME situations where the conclusion is:

“Yeah, I think I overreacted.”

Or:

“Okay, I understand why you did that.”

Or even:

“We both handled this badly.”

Instead it feels like every argument needs to end with me accepting some lesson about myself.

And sometimes I keep arguing because I desperately want him to finally say:

“Okay. You weren’t actually the problem here.”

But I’m starting to realize I may never get that from him.

I’ve moved away for college now, so thankfully there is physical distance between us.

And I’m trying to figure out what kind of relationship I even want with him going forward.

I don’t necessarily want to cut him off completely.

I don’t hate him.

But I also don’t want to go back to living like I need to calculate every possible way a grown adult might get offended before I make a normal decision.

So I guess what I’m asking is:

Where is the line between being considerate of someone’s feelings and being made responsible for managing their emotions?

Can someone genuinely be hurt by something you did while still being unreasonable about it?

And am I wrong for thinking that I can forgive my brother while still deciding I don’t trust him enough to ever be really close with him again?

So I don't know if a person has anger issues or what clarifies as anger issues, but I think my mom might have.

So ofc she gets mad when my dad or I do something wrong. That's to be expected with like everyone, but with my mom it's...different in a way I guess.

Like she thinks the whole world is against her. So if we do something we do it on purpose. Like if I forgot to do laundry I did it on purpose. If I forgot to tell my marks it was on purpose and is considered a "lie".

And its still over little things. Like accidentally leaving the kitchen in a mess after baking (this is what my dad does) or talk to her without really any emotion (this is me, because this happens way too often and a lot of the time I just don't care, which I know is a problem).

She has gotten so mad she has broken a metal broom by hitting me with it and slapping me across the face (she did realise and apologise and cried afterwards and went into a like voluntary solitude in her room)

So I'm not sure if it is anger issues or just normal anger. Btw this is like only once like every 2 weeks stuff, but sometimes can happen multiple times a week occasionally. The hitting tho is rare

I’m 19F and have gone through one of the toughest years of my life. The only difference is that I’m genuinely starting to develop a hatred for people, their contribution to my pain, and just random happiness and success from others accomplishments. I have never been angry or felt the way I feel now, ever. How do I cope and work through it before it manifest into a bigger problem?

I am genuinely pissed off with everyone and everything. I get so easily irritated and I don’t know why. Nothing makes me happy I’m impatient annoyed whatever it is.

I am trying to find the cause and or maybe ways to help and SIGNIFICANTLY reduce this level or irritation because 1. It’s draining 2. It’s pushing ppl away and such.

To preface I was once on SSRIs and according to others it helped but I felt good enough to get off of them and also I did not want to become dependent on them and felt good on them but a lil off.

Anyways anything and everything annoys and irritates me my relationship with my partner irritates me, the current place I’m in rn in life irritates me I’m exhausted and don’t want to be angry anymore.

Any suggestions

So I had an altercation with some random person on my walk home... For the purposes of this post let's call him Tommy. TommyTookTooMuch.

I don't want to write a whole story, but let's just say, Tommy acted completely inappropriately towards my partner, and I escalated pretty strongly. I don't think anyone would object to how I handled things, I just don't want to write a whole story about how I'm a violent but heroic champion who defended my lady.

Anyway, I reacted strongly because I'm my mind, that was the natural progression. You don't act like that to someone without expecting a violent reaction.

Anyway, I shove him strongly and throw my bag off and start shouting some generic loud 'come at be bro, I will break your face' stuff. He manages to steady himself and I shove him again, causing him to drop five of his 12 cans of cider.

At this point I reaffirm my offer of violence and expect him to post up.

He... Doesn't. Instead, he looks at me with this face of absolute fear, and starts doing some weird movement, trying to work out how to recover his dropped cans while his hands are full, and whilst trying not to get closer to me.

It was pathetic... and very disarming.

I was ready for mortal combat, Tommy looked like he was about to cry... Though that might have just been the dropped cider.

Anyway. My issue is, I would do everything exactly the same a second time round. I acted appropriately for the circumstances as far as my partner and a bystander was concerned.

But the look of terror on his face... It's got me a little messed up. I've been physically intimidating before, but... I dunno, I don't like how it makes me feel.

every time I get angry i suddenly get dizzy, short of breath, and I have to sit down or lie down before I FALL DOWN BEVCAISE OF DIZZYNESS. I got anger issues

I (21,f) have a younger brother (9). He is the most precious thing in my life. I have taken care of him since I was 12. I have seen him grow. I was there to take care of him. It feels I am less like his sister, more of his mother/ guardian.

My mother died few years ago. This put everyone in a difficult position. My father is a very responsible father. But there are times he cannot take care of him alone. Taking him to school, breakfast, lunch, dinner is everyone's responsibility, including mine. I have no problem in it.

The main issue is the studies. He is learning a new language. I am not really familiar with it, honestly. But it's compulsory for him. He has a tuition teacher and he basically takes care of him.

Today his teacher did not come and I had to take over his studies. He is slow, obviously with the a new and a difficult language. For some reason, I just lost my temper really badly around him. I didn't hit him. But I yelled at him and I sweared at him as well.

This has happened to me before. But I kept it at bay for a few years. And this suddenly happens today.

My brother, understandbly is upset and afraid of me.

I wish to get better. I have no access to therapy or anger management. Is there a way to resolve this?

I think I’m finally at the point where I’m not sad anymore.
I’m fucking angry.
Not “I hate my life and want everything to end” angry.
I’m “I’ve spent years dealing with shit and I’m finally starting to realize how much of it I’ve just accepted” angry.

I feel like everyone needs something from me.
My household needs me to clean, mow, accommodate parking situations, and pick up after people.
My friends need emotional support, understanding, attention, and constant availability.
Work needs me to solve problems, manage people, create structure, take responsibility, and somehow keep everyone happy while doing it.

And the funny part is that I’m apparently the person everyone thinks is capable of handling all of this.

But who the fuck is handling me?

I’ve lost my parents. I’ve lost people I thought would be there for me. I’ve watched friendships fall apart. I’ve had people create drama around me and make me feel like I had to defend myself to people who were supposed to be my friends.
And then I go to work and do the same fucking thing.
I work at a family-owned business, and I’ve worked my way into management. I actually care about the place. I don’t just want to clock in, collect a paycheck, and leave.

I want to make things better.
I want better systems.
I want better structure.
I want people to actually take their jobs seriously.
I want the place to succeed.

And I’ve been trying to grow into something bigger there. I want to become a GM someday. I want to surpass where I am now.
But I’ve also felt incredibly overlooked.
There is obvious nepotism because the owner’s kids are managers, and I’m not paid more than them despite how much responsibility I’ve taken on and how much I actually give a shit about improving the business.
And yes, I know what someone is going to say:
“Then leave.”
I KNOW.
That’s the easiest fucking answer.
But I don’t want to leave.

That’s the part that makes this so frustrating.
I’m not someone who gives up just because something is difficult.
I’ve never been that person.
My instinct is to fix shit.

If something is broken, I want to figure out how to fix it.
If something isn’t working, I want to change the process.
If people aren’t doing something correctly, I want to teach them.

If a workplace has problems, I want to make it better.
So when people tell me, “You deserve better than this,” it actually pisses me off sometimes.
Because if you genuinely believe I deserve better, then why aren’t you helping create that better environment?
Why am I the only one pushing?
Why am I constantly fighting resistance from people who are supposed to be working WITH me?

I don’t want to surpass people because I think I’m better than them.
I want to grow because I fucking care.
And I want to be recognized for it.

But there’s another part of this that hurts way more than the money or the title.
My parents aren’t here to see any of it.
When I accomplish something, there isn’t that person I can call and say, “Look what I did.”
There isn’t someone who is automatically proud of me.

So when I work my ass off trying to grow and improve myself and nobody seems to notice, it hits differently.
I already lost the people who I wanted to see me become something.
And now I’m trying to become something anyway.
That’s fucking hard.

And then I’m surrounded by people who are so young, stubborn, and sensitive about everything.
People who act like being corrected is a personal attack.
People who think because they disagree with something, they don’t have to listen.
People who want the responsibility of being an adult without actually wanting to grow up.
And I’m fucking tired of it.

Sometimes being a manager feels less like managing employees and more like trying to convince grown adults that rules and expectations aren’t personal attacks.
You work for a business.
You have an employer.
You don’t have to agree with every decision, but at some point you have to learn how to fucking listen, adapt, and grow.
And that’s what drives me insane.

Everyone wants to be understood.
Everyone wants grace.
Everyone wants accommodations.
Everyone wants someone to consider THEIR feelings.

But who is considering mine?
I’ve spent so much of my life being the understanding person.

The person who accommodates.
The person who listens.
The person who says, “It’s okay.”
The person who picks up the slack.
The person who keeps trying.

And I think I’m finally realizing that constantly being the person who can handle everything has made people assume I don’t need anything.

I DO.

I need people to show up for me.
I need people to recognize me.
I need people to stop taking my willingness to help as an unlimited resource.
I need people to stop confusing my patience with weakness.

And honestly, I think one of my biggest problems is that I have never figured out where the line is between “keep fighting for this” and “enough is enough.”

I don’t know when to actually give up.
And I don’t mean just at work.
I mean relationships.
Friendships.
Family.
Respect.
Everything.

I can spend an absolutely ridiculous amount of time trying to fix something because I genuinely believe it can be better.
Someone can hurt me over and over again, and I’ll still think, maybe if I explain myself differently, they’ll understand.
A friendship can become unhealthy, and I’ll still think, maybe we can get back to how things used to be.
A relationship can drain me, and I’ll still think about everything that could be fixed.
A job can overlook me, frustrate me, and make me feel unappreciated, and I’ll STILL want to stay because I see what it could become.

I don’t know how to just walk away.
And sometimes I genuinely don’t know if that’s a strength or one of the worst things about me.

People can tell me they love me.
They can tell me they want me around.
They can tell me I’m important to them.
But sometimes I wonder if I’m actually being seen or if I’m just another pretty face to look at, another person to vent to, another emotional mess that everyone assumes can’t handle anything.

Because I’m emotional.
I’m passionate.
I’m sensitive.
I care deeply.
And apparently that can make people think I’m incapable of handling hard things.

But that’s not who I am.
I’m just someone who cares.
I’m just as capable of being kind as the next person.
I’m just someone who feels things deeply and gives a shit when something matters to me.

And honestly?
I’m starting to fucking hate how empathetic I am.

Because I can understand everyone’s side.
I can understand why someone acted the way they did.
I can understand why they’re upset.
I can understand their circumstances.
I can understand their mistakes.
I can understand why they couldn’t show up for me.
I can understand why they didn’t know better.
I can understand EVERYTHING.

And sometimes I think that’s exactly why I tolerate things for so much longer than I should.
Because every time someone hurts me, my brain immediately starts building their defense for them.
And meanwhile, nobody is building mine.

I’m tired of being able to see everyone’s perspective except my own.
I’m tired of making excuses for people who wouldn’t make the same excuses for me.
I’m tired of being so empathetic that I talk myself out of being angry when I have every fucking right to be angry.

I don’t want to become cold.
I don’t want to stop caring.
I don’t want to become someone who doesn’t give a shit about anybody.

But I think I need to learn that empathy doesn’t mean unlimited access to me.
Understanding someone doesn’t mean I have to tolerate them.
Loving someone doesn’t mean I have to keep choosing them.
Caring about a job doesn’t mean I have to accept being overlooked forever.
Being someone’s friend doesn’t mean I have to keep proving my worth to them.
And trying to fix something doesn’t mean I’m obligated to fix it alone.
That’s the part I’m struggling with.

I don’t want to give up.
I never have.

I still want to build something.
I still want to grow.
I still want to become a GM.
I still want my workplace to succeed.
I still want good friendships.
I still want a home that feels peaceful.
I still want people around me who actually give a shit.

I just need to figure out when fighting for something stops being perseverance and starts becoming self-abandonment.
Because I think I’ve spent a lot of my life confusing the two.
And maybe I don’t need to stop caring.
Maybe I just need to finally start caring about myself as much as I’ve cared about everyone else.

(29M) So far this year, I appear to be speed running when it comes to losing the closest people in my life. I got into an argument with a friend I considered a brother in April and due to the extreme levels of the argument I decided to leave the friend group all together until I got therapy (which I can't afford). then, a month later , I got into a shouting match at work that got physical, and I ended up being arrested and fired from said job. Afterward, my girlfriend hasn't exactly left me, but she has put a limit on spending time together. Not out of fear, but she feels that I can't put myself back together if I'm constantly around her. As for now, I just wait to see if I can get hired anywhere after my little incident.

>Answers to things I think people will as:

I do have a vast history of anger issues starting at the ripe age of 11.

I snatched a cell phone and threw it what i think was 30 meters. Doing that got me fired. No punches were thrown just one man's phone.

I don't blame anyone but myself for all of this.

Lastly, I don't want pitty from anyone. I just want to expel this from my body somehow.

In the last four years I've experienced some intense trauma. I'm in my 30's and had until recently lived a life sheltered and badly influenced by a toxic family. My sibling is a diagnoses narcissist who would regularly emotionally abuse me and forced us all to focus on her at the expense of my own life. My mother I'm fairly certain has serious mental health issues, she is in her 80's put acts like a child, she never let me do much myself and as a whole they taught me a lot that isn't the way actual people or society operate.
This all came to a head when a well meaning woman I got into a relationship with invited me to live with her and I moved in, we'd only known each other for a few months, so moving in that early was already a bad idea, but now I was away from my family, all the years of terrible parenting, a warped world view and terrible parts of my personality that had been excused when they shouldn't and I'd been taught they weren't bad came to out, and she had to endure it all. Our relationship crumbled, I was kicked back to my parents after 3 odd years of stress, guilt and hard realizations. Along the way I lost a boyfriend of over 10 years who I loved with all my heart. Losing him shook me to my core, to the point even seeing a picture of him is liable to give me a panic attack. (I'm polyamorous, and looking back, I'm not even sure me and my other partner would've even worked out in the long run)
I managed to move out on my own to a small flat a little over a year ago. And since the entire incident with my ex girlfriend I've noticed I've become a much angrier individual. I'll go into comment sections on youtube, reddit or steam discussions specifically looking for those who post bigoted, hateful comments or just act in a way I deem "bad" to fight with. Sometimes I've looked in the comment sections of random websites and made an account purely to post a reply. Sometimes these replies can get very spiteful and intense. Wishing physical harm, disease or grief on them, sometimes at my hand. All delivered with a gleeful relish.
At once point I was forced to go cold turkey on SSRI's and found I got a rush from watching action scenes in movies where villains would be physically harmed in graphic ways. This worried me, I wondered if I was a psychopath.
Now it's extended to friend groups. I've started snapping or giving sarcastic quips to people at gatherings who might do something that irks me that is either not their fault or just a result of disorders or lack of social skills, such as making the same harmless joke a couple times or making noise when people are trying to listen to something. I don't like any of this. I worry what it means of me as a person, I used to be a pretty gentle person.
For context: I've been diagnosed with Borderline Personality, Autism, ADD and OCD, if that means anything for any of this.
How the hell do I work this out and stop myself turning into a monster?

Smth bizarre has happened to me recently I get into a rage, I’m turning into an aggressive person and almost everything irritates me Nevertheless, I don’t notice it until it’s over. I’ve NEVER been like this.

Idk if I’m worried about certain things and this is just how I’m letting it out or if I’m lacking certain vitamins or something

I didn’t get the answer I needed I want something that might actually work.

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I got shit I need to do. Errands I need to run. But it's like the second I'm like "ok time to get ready to leave the house" that's when I get triggered to fuck and spend HOURS just raging. My glasses, my hair, my clothes, my shoes, my socks, my bag, everything pisses me off so fucking much that I waste HOURSSSSSS just trying to get ready to leave. It's made me quit trying to leave before. I've flaked out on shit I wanted to go do because I just can't fucking calm down. I try so hard, I breathe, I splash water, I eat, but no matter how hard I try to just CHILL I literally can't. I'm so fucking tired. I fucking hate literally everything. Can someone just like tell me they do it too or I'm not insane or something I'm so fucking tired of the constant suppressing my rage and then it gets worse but no other coping skill has literally ever worked for me. FUCK!

So when it comes to anger issues i always think that they are like a silent partner in my life. They never leave. I have high libido and i keep wondering if my high libido related to my anger issues? I usually get angry like a fire on a stick match.. very violently. Especially if i don't masturbate or release my whole tension. Sometimes i would masturbate three times but its still not enough and my anger builds up so i go for more.

I don't know if anger is related to a high sex drive or not. Because even during masturbation im like an animal hunting a prey.. i have no shame or rules and im like completely different person and very violent and rageful. I don't know which caused the other. I mean i like masturbation but i just dont get why am i always fucking angry the whole motherfucking timmmmeeeeeee?!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was on a walk by myself around my neighborhood, and I was already having a bad day so my mood was not the greatest to begin with.

About 4 miles into my walk, a woman was walking on the same side of the sidewalk as me, and had 3 wiener dogs with her, 2 of which were not on a leash.

All of a sudden, the 2 wiener dogs charged after me and bit my leg, which left 2 open wounds.

She tried to apologize, but I reacted angrily (because I was a bit shaken) and called her a “stupid bitch.” She tried to apologize again, and I yelled at her to “fuck off.” I could’ve kicked the dogs away, but I showed them mercy as it isn’t their fault that they’re not properly trained and have a dumb owner.

I’m now at home and washed my wounds as well as applied antibacterial cream.

I now realize I should have probably kept my cool, but I was just so into my emotions, and this has happened to me before with other idiotic owners who can’t control their dogs, so this just felt like the “last straw” for me (legit was bitten on 3 other occasions)

I tried to get her info, but she could barely control her damn dogs (they were legit trying to escape her arms to bite me again), and I didn’t approach her in fear of getting bit again. The dogs were also barking so damn loud, I couldn’t hear her at all. I also probably ruined my chances of a civil conversation because of my outburst.

Was I wrong?