(chuckling) Ohhh yeah, one and the same, Jim, one and the same. Your family wouldn't be Scottish, would they?
'Ceptin' I did it with a flathead engine. Not a Harley flathead, a V-8. Didn't pick it up over my head, just flung it. Truly evil temper I have.
And yes, I've scared people, which is why I do the long walks in the night, away from anybody. When I did that thing with the V-8, come to think of it, nobody wanted to be around me for a while. Working offshore, it was actually good to have that available, 160 lb man versus about five tons of swinging scallop rake in a seaway. The Old Man used to say "Get mad at it" and I did.
But these days, if I tried to, say, throw something heavy or lift weights to burn it off...well, I can just see the aftermath; "Mister Bald Guy, your rotator cuffs are BOTH lunchmeat. Don't plan on doing anything with either arm for six months. "
Friend of mine...who I have a lot in common with, come to think of it, describes himself as a 'suppressed Type A personality'. Lots of anger in there, impatience and suffering fools not one bit gladly. And..I have some real trouble with Fool #1: me.
Getting older has helped, definitely. Along with having had to replace a few things I broke and having to pay the piper and all. And saying to myself "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid" ...for as long as it took to fix it.
I am better now, though. A little. Something mechanical goes wrong on me, okay, I try to think of it as kinda like a chess game, where my little mechanical opponent has made a fiendishly clever move. Instead of throwing it at a wall. If somebody does something stupid, okay... they're an idiot, deal with them as such. If it's me that does something stupid...well, we knew that I am an idiot. And a suitable punishment for said idiocy is making myself fix it.
And if somebody does something intentionally malicious....welll........
....then it's still good to have that rage on tap.
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