Funniest Anger Moment

[willis williams]

I like vegimite. My roommate for about 3 1/2 years was from NSW so I ate plenty of vegimite sandwiches and lamb kabobs. Hurricane parties are fun but you have to know someone with a big concrete shop and a big gas boiler. The fall is hurricane season which matches the river crawfish season. So you get a perow (a long skinny boat you stand in and use a push poll to move around) fill it with ice, beer, whisky, and fufu drinks for the ladies. Then you boil the crawfish, baby red potatoes, smoked sausage, and onions. Start play good music and eat and dance while the shit hits the fan. I have only been to ones where the hurricane didn't hit dead on but still have the 100 + miles an hour wind. There is all kind of trouble we could get into over here. I'll carry the bat so I can beat the shela's of you because it ain't just the movies where your accent works. Back to the vegimite I really like it with mayonase and cheese. Can't find it in the local grocer.

 

[ktmarie71]

Husband and I were going to a post that is about an hour from where we live now. In the past we had grown use to a very specific route and entered throug one specific gate. We arrived at post to find that the gate we needed was closed. So my husband grew agitated because it was not clear how to get to the other gate or where the PX and commissary is in relation to the other gate.
We found the ohter gate and my husband was irritated because he thought we would get lost and not find the Commissary. he was starting to seeth and yell a little, and was pretty upset when I looked up and said. "Don't worry there is a Burger king up a head" He turned to me and said "So what!" I said very calmly."Everyone knows if there is Burger King on Post , the Commissary and Px are across the street." He got mad and said "oh bull crap!"
So we drove in slience for the next block and a half. Burger King came into view and then across the street from it was the PX and Commissary. He looked at me kind of irritated and I said..."Listen you were in Army but I was the one who lived on all those bases. BK, Commissary, PX... then he laughed, "Thats true...you lived on post way more than me. but I bet you cant find anything in Iraq!" we both laughed at that.

 

[brodes]

Shit you crack me up Tex,yea might be headed to west virginia, early next year as i have a really good friend there, so would be good to catch up mate. Don't know about the flying bit but,might have to knock me out like that A-team fella, Mr T, had a few bad experiances in Hercs , blackys, pilots playin silly bloody games, idiots, scared me for life.lol. Maybe a shit load of valium to calm the nerves.:)

 

[willis williams]

About 4 10mg valuem and a pint of vodka and youl fly alright. I hate the landing that when they always crash. That why I went to airborne school so I didn't have to land. Only ever jumped for practise but I got out
of a lot of landings.

KTM71, man you need a shorter name. The base I was on had a popey's chicken and a burger king. That is a tipical nuckle head story. Been there argueing and have to eat crow later. I think its a men thing because I hate to ask for directions but you drop me in the middle of the woods and I can find my way out.

 

[brodes]

RALMAO................GO Tex....still got it mate.....:D

 

[brodes]

What is the go with people, think they no f*ckin everything ,had a mate visit yesterday, which was a bit of a supprise for me, untill he starts tellin me to get over my problems,stop takin my meds & get on with life. I thought of all the people ,my mate, who has done more than 20 years, would understand ,but no ,don't take the meds Matt there no good for ya Matt, they will scatter your brain Matt, your not in the army anymore Matt, f*ck me ive had a guttful of people who think they no everything ,they don't no shit. Im so bloody wild , you know what i think, f*ck em all, sick of dealin with f*ckin idiots, as for my mate f*ck him. Sorry about the swearing, just had a enough of f*ck wits. Not sayin shit no more to anyone,then i don't have to explain myself all the bloody time.

 

[Wagon]

Matt,
You are not alone in that. I think since being diagnosed with PTSD and admitting I have a problem, some of my friends are extremely annoying in their ignorance. One of my best friends acts like a complete jackass. He's suddenly turned into some sort of question box and asks really stupid shit. He also jumps to conclusions about everything.

When I first started here, somebody told me I had to be careful with who I told I had PTSD, because either people would not understand or some people may use it against me. I had no idea. I think I would have drawn up a shorter "in the know" list had I known what I know now.

I guess if I practised this "detached mindfulness" trick I've learned recently, I'd probably see it in a different light. You know some people don't want to admit that you have a problem because that in turn may mean they have one as well. Their own psyche is too scary for them to handle and they really don't want to believe that something could be wrong with you, so they come up with quick fixes.....almost denying anything is wrong. It also could be out of fear of loss. Hell, my personality has changed in the past 4 months. For the better. Of course I slip. But I think the prospect of losing a friend via a personality change can be uncomfortable for people. Many people hate change, which in itself is crazy. But then again all people are crazy. And people can be pretty bloody selfish, even if it looks like they are trying to help.

I'm sorry I don't know the solution to this one. But as I mentioned the "detached mindfulness" there is a useful metaphor attached to it called "pushing clouds". If you consider everything that triggers you as a cloud in the sky, and some of those clouds are big and annoying. Be mindful that it is just a cloud, part of the environment with its own space and course. Beating the shit out of that cloud is not going to change anything. The cloud will just sit there and casually move on. Yelling at it doesn't help either. Even a good old intense internal rage doesn't do a damn thing to the cloud. You recognize its existence, but know there is nothing you can do about it and also that it will move on. I've used this thought process with success. And it feels damn good on the other side. I've also chucked it out the window at times.

Jimmy also uses a metaphor involving cows. But I don't know how he uses it. I tried using it somehow, but it got too complex for me as I grew up on a dairy farm and my metaphorical herd of cows started having names and personalities and milk output statistics, I started to feel like I wasn't in my right mind any more. Different strokes for different folks as they say. Find the thing that works for you.

Well, that's the ramblings of the faulty mariner for today. Hang in there brother.

Peace
Wagon

 

[Jimmy1]

Cows are only used when explaining to my loved ones that I am having a bad day psychologically.
Some people just say they are sick. To me sick means a crook gut, or the flu.

I run into a lot of people who ask why I don't work, now I just say I am too broken with shoulder and back injuries.
Once you bring up PTSD they look at you like you have a severe case of herpes or something.
The good news however; well I don't know whether it is good or not is that PTSD is coming more and more into the public eye.
They have opened a whole new section in the Army Base here in Townsville, specifically targeting the mentally unwell. Its more for the rehab I think.

 

[brodes]

Yea look i think , im just sick of peoples questions about Ptsd, my mate just couldn't understand why we are what we are, i don't like having this illness, but im stuck with the bugger. I think my biggest mistake is ,when people ask me why i don't work, i tell them straight up whats wrong, i suppose im expecting them to understand but really they don't, they try to, but they can't, so its probally my own stupid fault, think i would learn by now,just to keep my mouth shut, & give them some other reason, probally a bit easier on myself then. When some one does question ptsd, jeez im so tired after trying to explain,but you still get that look, you know ive lost friends over this ilness, because they think your going to snap or something, or grab a gun, im nothing along those lines,if i do get angry, i usually kick the shit out of the bag or exercise my arse off, pretty well works for me. As i said in one of my previous threads, the last 8 months has just been a big pain in the arse, but its all good now, so i think i need to just be a little kinder to myself , & just get on with living,as they say get busy dyin or get busy livin, i like the last bit. Anyhow my appologies for havin a bitch, just gets to me sometimes you know. Love that ''detached mindfulness'' Wagon, you sound like budda. Cheers Mate.:D Off for a run need to wake up...........

 

[Jimmy1]

Its the whole idea of the forum mate, so bitch away. This is a place where people and only people with Combat related PTSD can come. Of course their carers/supporters/partners/families are allowed too.
The problem is this. If we were walking around with a prosthetic arm, or prosthetic leg, or even with a disfigured face, it would be cool. But we don't. And we don't want to walk around with a flashing sign saying 'f*ck Off I have PTSD, Get out of my way', then again that could be cool.

As I have said before, we are like asthmatics or diabetics. Our symptoms are manageable and we can lead a semi normal life once we get a hold of it, but like too much sugar for a diabetic, or the wrong type of pollen for an asthmatic, something can trigger us off and then we do the whole recovery process. The good thing though is that even though our attacks can be severe, once you learn how to deal with them, you can be out of action for less and less time.

Hope that makes sense.

Just made two batches of cookies for the kids. Some with chocolate chips and others with M&Ms. Beats the living crap out of subway cookies.

 

[brodes]

Makes sense mate. Send me some cookies ah.:D

 

[Wagon]

Upon diagnosis we should all receive from our respective governments:

1. The "f*ck off I've got PTSD" T Shirt
2. A special "front of the line" pass
3. Access to the special PTSD transportation system. (no tickets, no money, no music, and NO crying babies or smart ass teenagers)
4. Free gym memberships
5. Cookies.

That would be a good start on a very cheap social welfare program.