Small things tipping you over the edge

[stillreallytired]

Does anyone else experience this? I’ve just properly lost it because I can’t get the tumble drier to work.

Yes, at times. I once smashed six plates in the back graden in a pure rage, can't even remember what about now, it was about twenty years ago. I was alone and not terrifying anyone, it was brilliantly cathartic.

Sometimes it is the little things that really tip you over. For me it is being so fucking stoic about work, and covid, and money, and health - and then I think oh couldn't the bastard shitting remote just be where it is supposed to be for once?

Oh yes. The worse is when I'm in a bad mood already and then I get in the car and find out I need petrol

Gosh yes I have this all the time.
I've just lost it because my personal trainer cancelled my session, it is pouring down with rain so fair enough but I felt a wave of anger, probably because I'm due on too

I shouted at a mosquito last night In my defence I was feeling shitty after my second jab and the whiny fucker was buzzing around my head.

Yep. I once repeatedly smashed our metal sieve against the edge of the sink whilst screaming in a rage.
The handle snapped off no idea how I then strained the spaghetti I was cooking at the time.

Yes I cried uncontrollably at a Zoom meeting invite.

Also when the whale in the Thames died, I felt like I felt the whales pain, or at least I thought I knew the pain, of being all alone from his mother and dying all alone. Ahh the INJUSTICE.

It's helplessness isn't it? When you are hanging on by a thread?

I think retreating to a safe place is good. I really recommend a quick episode of Shaun The Sheep as it's less than 10 minutes and he solves things. Cheered/distracted me 😂

I feel this. I've had a rubbish day in work and held it all together until someone just randomly brought me a cuppa. The kindness made me cry.

Have also had that massive red mist come down when I can't get the key in the lock at night, when someone has left a dirty plate beside the dishwasher, when finding just a dribble of milk in the carton when I've booked the kettle for tea. I scream so hard inside and often think I'd love to go to the top of a mountain and screen my head off.

I'm about to tip right over the edge because one of my horrible children has eaten my last mini bar of lovely Aldi dark chocolate and no one is owning up. I may shortly Lose My Shit.

All of the above! Now that I think about it I may have an anger management problem Off to download emergency Shaun the Sheep episodes

yeah all the formatting in my work document is telling me nerr nerr nerr no we won't play nicely

I wouldn't be surprised if my neighbours called the police to protect the poor bugger they could hear me yelling at (= my laptop)