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bitchiekittie

16:16 / 20.07.04

I'm so very grumpy that I've actually passed the crankyland border and into gleeful territory. it's rather frightening.

two questions:

1. we all know that "the squeaky wheel gets the grease", but how far are you willing to go to get results? do you tend to take things lying down and putting up minimal resistance, or do you pitch a frenzied fit until you get your way? or have you by some miracle managed to find a happy medium?

2. additionally, when you're very frustrated and/or angry, how likely are you to behave badly? do you think that, on occasion, as an adult it's acceptable to throw a responsible tantrum (ie one that doesn't harm anyone else, but might look quite silly and embarrassing)? how do you tend to cope when your negative emotions understandably get the best of you?

sleazenation

23:01 / 20.07.04

throwing a tantrum can never be dignified - if one must lose ones temper it should either be behind closed doors or actually result in an assult.

Less searchable M0rd4nt

23:41 / 20.07.04

In my case, I don't think the assault option is necessarily dignified. The only person I can really guarantee I'd beat in a fight is myself.

I find broadcasting my forced calm is a good alternative. Either that or agressive not-giving-a-shit. Try mumbling "Gordon Bennett, what did you last servant die of?" as you slope off to complete that half-arsed job.

Lord Morgue

00:30 / 21.07.04

If you can't attack them in the shower with a rolled up newspaper, lay a crap in their lunchbox. A big, mango-sized crap. Or hiss at them like Mark Dacascos in American Samurai. Hiss and slink away, preferably after revealing a magnificent Yakuza tattoo and threatening to cut your little finger off.

The Apple-Picker

01:35 / 21.07.04

My tantrum would be just a wreck of wussy crying. The last time I was at work and was really angry and felt really put upon, I kept feeling that sob well up in my throat, my lids ready to blink the meniscus into tears.

Then a weird thought came to mind. I am the queen of England. Not funny on it's own, but that it came unsummoned and in that context was a real blessing. And I laughed at myself for taking the situation so seriously.

But then I'd get mad that I wasn't, um, "allowed" to cry, and then I'd start wanting to cry again. Then the queenie dreamy came back to me and calmed me again. It went on like that for a whole afternoon.

But I didn't throw a tantrum!

Cloned Christ on a HoverDonkey

02:17 / 21.07.04

Tantrums never get the tantrer anywhere, as the tantree tends to lose all respect for the tantrer's plight.

Subtle innuendo and blatant insults usually work much better. Guilt trips rule, however.

Lord Morgue

02:58 / 21.07.04

My secret weapon is developing horribly appropriate insulting nicknames for people who shit me. Like, the boss who couldn't tell anyone off himself, and always got a manager to do it for him, became "Sooty". You know, the little bear who doesn't speak, just whispers to his ventriloquist? I hear that's followed him to his new store...

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