I don’t get why people have tempers. It’s okay if it’s temporary, but after that, people just need to get over it. In the end, it’s really not THAT big of a deal. Little things piss us off, but we need to get over it. Move forward. Bad things happen all the time. Start focusing on the good things that happen all the time! Smil
Oh MY LAURA MARLING’s Gotta A Temper. Get Her Up GET HER UP I SAY! She’s fallen down. DOWNNNNNNNNNN. Oh dear lord WHAT ARE WE TO DO!!!!!! Her face is purple with the rage of a burning flashlight in a UV purple Light oF DOOOOOOOOM. Vitamin water you say? That’s purple. Give her some of that. Vitamin H2O Healz.
I learn good things from my Dad, and I learn bad things. He has taught me of patience and the values of being humble. Aside from all of the traits I aspire to achieve with the help of my pops, there are some not-so-wonderful traits of equal importance that I have learned from him that I do NOT want to be/have. The worst, his temper.
I’m angry, seething. I’m never happy. It’s my temper. It comes to me when I raise the glass above my head and throw it to the floor. It taunts my wife as I go over on the checkbook. It threatens my life and it overtakes me. A slithering serpent of rebellion and poison. It will hurt, it will kill, it will make me into a monster.
Keep your temper, young man. If you don’t, the martians will come take you away to the horrible places where you’ll be ravaged by raptors and forced to eat ravioli by the dozen. Not good ravioli, either. The horrible kind that has been in an expired can for seven years. That’s right. It’s slimy and disgusting. Won’t you be good now?
I have a short temper. Sometimes the slightest things will set me off; a stubbed toe, being woken up from a peaceful nap… Often times, it’s the most insignificant of things that piss me off, like getting an A- on my math test. I know I got an A.
Something that happens usually when you dont have your way. You mostly get them as a child when you dont get the toy you want. You cry and throw your arms about. Usually not worth it in the end.
I think it’s weird that there is a word that both means a personality characteristic prone to anger and lashing out in that anger, yet also a method of strengthening metal. Should that imply that having a temper strengthens you, I don’t think so, when I had a bad temper it only made me feel weaker, in fact it left me so brittle I cracked a few times.
Of course, due to the cracks I realized my fault lines and sought to improve, tempered myself away from having a temper.
I almost lost my temper, but I thought twice. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was losing my mind. Or maybe she DID need a slap in the face. Or two. My temper flared again as I convinced myself of the inevitable…the cat fight was due any minute.
This reminds me of Alice in Wonderland, when the Queen loses her temp. d’t have much of a temper on me, but some of my iends do. My family has a temper as well. I feel somewhat like an odd one out, since I am generally peaceful and calm. Can I continue typing past the limit? How does it know I’ve stopped at the correct time? If I’m not looking at the timer… what’s supposed to happen?
I have a really lousy temper, unfortunately. Oftentimes I’d like to kick people… man, sometimes that sounds like a lot of fun. Hmmm… kicking people. There are plenty of people I’d like to kick. Really hard. Of course, since that isn’t socially acceptable I can’t. Damn society. This sucks. A lot.
“Stop,” she begs, voice cracking in the back of her throat.
His eyes meet hers, revealing so much more than she knows he wants to. He continues to pack his things, watching the fury behind his movements as he throws things inside.
“Don’t leave,” she pleads. “I’m sorry. We can fix this.”
He has a nasty temper, and she knows it. And for what she’s done, it makes sense.
But when he hits her, it strikes her so much deeper than just a physical pain. He’s never hit her before.
I once threw a temper tantrum in the middle of a grocery store. My mother wasn’t amused, she told me to get up and start acting my age. I told her that I would only succumb to her will if she bought me ice cream. Who says a 19 year old can’t use old-fashioned techniques?
Angry, hurtful,red faced, screaming these words all come to mind. Why can’t you just calm down and let it slide, how have you become so angry, who are you and what have you done with the original. This isn’t working.
What is there to say about my temper? I’m so passionate it drives my family crazy. I love to love and hate to hate. I wear everything on my sleeve, and my temper can get flared up easily. But when I’m happy, I’m happy. Just don’t get on my bad side, I beg of you. That wouldn’t be good, now, would it? Regardless, that’s how it is.
Temper is such an ugly word that brings back many horrible childhood memories. Don’t knock your dad’s recliner while he’s sleeping, he can’t control his temper. Your mom has a horrid temper, what an awful word.
her temper slowly shortened as the time ticked past.
there was something in the midnight air that was disruptive to her thinking.
could it be him?
his smell, his eyes, his everything. descriptive words would be too choosey and specific for a time like this.
a time like this.
a time like what?
My temper gets the best of me sometimes, especially around my family. Its frustrating that I let my anger get me the most around the ones that I love, but it is the way of life sometimes. My red, flaming hair seems to affect my personality nowadays, with my wonderful mother and lively siblings, but I have vowed to try and contain my anger better.
There are those who say I am short tempered. I suppose I am. I am also quick to jump the gun, to assume when I shouldn’t, and to overreact when it’s not needed. It takes a patient person to endure all this with me, and not many are able to do so. Fortunately, for the person who is so patient, I am also quite forgiving.
The room was warm,
the sun crawling onto her legs,
giving her energy to get up,
vacuum, clean the dishes,
feed the cats,
go for a walk,
get ready for bed,
and pull up the covers
with a smile on her face:
where the sun comes from.
He threw out the gun and began to boil some milk to calm his nerves. This was a strange ritual he picked up along with his daily murders. He poured the steamy milk into some cocoa powder and called it
Sometimes a person’s temper can put them in situations that they never thought they would be in. Sometimes they are put into jail, or end a long-term relationship, or sometimes they can get there way. Either way, a temper will can get you places that you never imagined.
Oh man when I was a kid and we were playing soccer, basketball, or football during recess, I sometimes got very upset about being picked last or some other perceived indignity. This sing-song-y song became popular that went, “Temper, hold your temper!” Of course it only made me madder.
15 years later things are more or less under control. Granted I was bad at sports.
During the holiday seasons and this time of year, a word that one might reflect often is temper. I tend to keep my temper in the forefront of my mind as people cut me off, cut in front of lines, and seem to be rude. What has happened to the soft and sweet temper of Christmas?
why don’t you go. he said plainly. it was neither a question or a statement or a fact. nor a suggestion, for that matter. it was simply a few words. a few words that drove her crazy. she didn’t know what they meant. her short temper was losing length and soon she couldn’t help but explode.
She was good at hiding her temper, from the kids anyway.
But when she was alone with him, her anger was a force to be reckoned with. Her heels would stomp across the floor, dress swishing around her, and she would slam down plates and cups.
He asked her to stop, finally, when she turned on him and glared at him with those angry eyes. He told her that it was painful to see her like that.
their tempers slowly rose as each saw what the other was doing. he stood there, facing the mirror completely naked. while she sat in the bath waiting for the water to heat. it was the sheer annoyance at the thought of the previous actions which led their blood to boil.
But he was never very good at tempering his anger.
It was probably a skill he needed to have. And he really should work on that, he realized, while washing his hands in the rain. But he didn’t realize that it would take more than that, just to learn to stop shooting people for whatever reason. Damn.
i have a very low temper. i have a lot of patience. i can’t stand it when people lose their temper. it’s a terrible thing and it’s dangerous. people can get hurt and i can’t stand it.
She had the fiery temper to match the flaming red hair. She was easy going up to a point, then god help the person who crossed her. This temper had cost her relationships, romantic ones, family and friends.
It gripped me like a vine strangling a helpless flower. The temper I could not contain slowly choked the life out of the only person I loved, still love. With tears slipping down he left me, standing alone in my selfish anger and rage I could not contain…
I have a slightly vicious temper. I don’t like being around other people much because they tend to set me off and make me angry. Temper is a funny thing, especially mine. I am so happy one moment and then the next, i’m completely horrible. When people are with me they often say that i’m cranky. The truth of the matter is that i’m just a cold hearted bitch that no one likes to be with.
I don’t know why my father gets as angry as he does. He blames it on the medication but I know better. My mom has told me countless times about his cynicism transforming into a shell of a crotchety old man.
In order to use the correct onomatopoeia to explain what just happened I had to go old school. I was socked, not just punched, but socked in the face by my friend whom I had apparently pissed off to no extent. I didn’t mean to bring it up, but it happened. I give him credit he has worked on his temper very hard these last few months, and the fact that it took him this long to strike anyone is a miracle.
I don’t get why people have tempers. It’s okay if it’s temporary, but after that, people just need to get over it. In the end, it’s really not THAT big of a deal. Little things piss us off, but we need to get over it. Move forward. Bad things happen all the time. Start focusing on the good things that happen all the time! Smil
Oh MY LAURA MARLING’s Gotta A Temper. Get Her Up GET HER UP I SAY! She’s fallen down. DOWNNNNNNNNNN. Oh dear lord WHAT ARE WE TO DO!!!!!! Her face is purple with the rage of a burning flashlight in a UV purple Light oF DOOOOOOOOM. Vitamin water you say? That’s purple. Give her some of that. Vitamin H2O Healz.
I learn good things from my Dad, and I learn bad things. He has taught me of patience and the values of being humble. Aside from all of the traits I aspire to achieve with the help of my pops, there are some not-so-wonderful traits of equal importance that I have learned from him that I do NOT want to be/have. The worst, his temper.
I’m angry, seething. I’m never happy. It’s my temper. It comes to me when I raise the glass above my head and throw it to the floor. It taunts my wife as I go over on the checkbook. It threatens my life and it overtakes me. A slithering serpent of rebellion and poison. It will hurt, it will kill, it will make me into a monster.
tantrum. hallucinations of grander. experts on the importance of the self. idiots. close minded idiots. learn to see.
Keep your temper, young man. If you don’t, the martians will come take you away to the horrible places where you’ll be ravaged by raptors and forced to eat ravioli by the dozen. Not good ravioli, either. The horrible kind that has been in an expired can for seven years. That’s right. It’s slimy and disgusting. Won’t you be good now?
temper temper, she whispered mid-december tongue hot as coal embers.
I have a short temper. Sometimes the slightest things will set me off; a stubbed toe, being woken up from a peaceful nap… Often times, it’s the most insignificant of things that piss me off, like getting an A- on my math test. I know I got an A.
Something that happens usually when you dont have your way. You mostly get them as a child when you dont get the toy you want. You cry and throw your arms about. Usually not worth it in the end.
I think it’s weird that there is a word that both means a personality characteristic prone to anger and lashing out in that anger, yet also a method of strengthening metal. Should that imply that having a temper strengthens you, I don’t think so, when I had a bad temper it only made me feel weaker, in fact it left me so brittle I cracked a few times.
Of course, due to the cracks I realized my fault lines and sought to improve, tempered myself away from having a temper.
I almost lost my temper, but I thought twice. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was losing my mind. Or maybe she DID need a slap in the face. Or two. My temper flared again as I convinced myself of the inevitable…the cat fight was due any minute.
Temperature? Laid two by two by four by the sea shore by the tall sky scraper covered in pigeon excrement, by the decrepit porch where as;lkdghlsjhbl.
This reminds me of Alice in Wonderland, when the Queen loses her temp. d’t have much of a temper on me, but some of my iends do. My family has a temper as well. I feel somewhat like an odd one out, since I am generally peaceful and calm. Can I continue typing past the limit? How does it know I’ve stopped at the correct time? If I’m not looking at the timer… what’s supposed to happen?
I have a really lousy temper, unfortunately. Oftentimes I’d like to kick people… man, sometimes that sounds like a lot of fun. Hmmm… kicking people. There are plenty of people I’d like to kick. Really hard. Of course, since that isn’t socially acceptable I can’t. Damn society. This sucks. A lot.
“Stop,” she begs, voice cracking in the back of her throat.
His eyes meet hers, revealing so much more than she knows he wants to. He continues to pack his things, watching the fury behind his movements as he throws things inside.
“Don’t leave,” she pleads. “I’m sorry. We can fix this.”
He has a nasty temper, and she knows it. And for what she’s done, it makes sense.
But when he hits her, it strikes her so much deeper than just a physical pain. He’s never hit her before.
And it breaks her.
I once threw a temper tantrum in the middle of a grocery store. My mother wasn’t amused, she told me to get up and start acting my age. I told her that I would only succumb to her will if she bought me ice cream. Who says a 19 year old can’t use old-fashioned techniques?
Angry, hurtful,red faced, screaming these words all come to mind. Why can’t you just calm down and let it slide, how have you become so angry, who are you and what have you done with the original. This isn’t working.
What is there to say about my temper? I’m so passionate it drives my family crazy. I love to love and hate to hate. I wear everything on my sleeve, and my temper can get flared up easily. But when I’m happy, I’m happy. Just don’t get on my bad side, I beg of you. That wouldn’t be good, now, would it? Regardless, that’s how it is.
Temper is such an ugly word that brings back many horrible childhood memories. Don’t knock your dad’s recliner while he’s sleeping, he can’t control his temper. Your mom has a horrid temper, what an awful word.
having an anger issue. doesnt need to be reached. my mom. not my dad. angry people have them. road rage. steam coming out of ears. red face.
her temper slowly shortened as the time ticked past.
there was something in the midnight air that was disruptive to her thinking.
could it be him?
his smell, his eyes, his everything. descriptive words would be too choosey and specific for a time like this.
a time like this.
a time like what?
My temper gets the best of me sometimes, especially around my family. Its frustrating that I let my anger get me the most around the ones that I love, but it is the way of life sometimes. My red, flaming hair seems to affect my personality nowadays, with my wonderful mother and lively siblings, but I have vowed to try and contain my anger better.
mad people or people who cant control themselves. i have a bad temper sometimeshemper kemper temper doesnt rhyme with much at all im done
There are those who say I am short tempered. I suppose I am. I am also quick to jump the gun, to assume when I shouldn’t, and to overreact when it’s not needed. It takes a patient person to endure all this with me, and not many are able to do so. Fortunately, for the person who is so patient, I am also quite forgiving.
The room was warm,
the sun crawling onto her legs,
giving her energy to get up,
vacuum, clean the dishes,
feed the cats,
go for a walk,
get ready for bed,
and pull up the covers
with a smile on her face:
where the sun comes from.
He threw out the gun and began to boil some milk to calm his nerves. This was a strange ritual he picked up along with his daily murders. He poured the steamy milk into some cocoa powder and called it
Sometimes a person’s temper can put them in situations that they never thought they would be in. Sometimes they are put into jail, or end a long-term relationship, or sometimes they can get there way. Either way, a temper will can get you places that you never imagined.
Oh man when I was a kid and we were playing soccer, basketball, or football during recess, I sometimes got very upset about being picked last or some other perceived indignity. This sing-song-y song became popular that went, “Temper, hold your temper!” Of course it only made me madder.
15 years later things are more or less under control. Granted I was bad at sports.
During the holiday seasons and this time of year, a word that one might reflect often is temper. I tend to keep my temper in the forefront of my mind as people cut me off, cut in front of lines, and seem to be rude. What has happened to the soft and sweet temper of Christmas?
why don’t you go. he said plainly. it was neither a question or a statement or a fact. nor a suggestion, for that matter. it was simply a few words. a few words that drove her crazy. she didn’t know what they meant. her short temper was losing length and soon she couldn’t help but explode.
She was good at hiding her temper, from the kids anyway.
But when she was alone with him, her anger was a force to be reckoned with. Her heels would stomp across the floor, dress swishing around her, and she would slam down plates and cups.
He asked her to stop, finally, when she turned on him and glared at him with those angry eyes. He told her that it was painful to see her like that.
their tempers slowly rose as each saw what the other was doing. he stood there, facing the mirror completely naked. while she sat in the bath waiting for the water to heat. it was the sheer annoyance at the thought of the previous actions which led their blood to boil.
But he was never very good at tempering his anger.
It was probably a skill he needed to have. And he really should work on that, he realized, while washing his hands in the rain. But he didn’t realize that it would take more than that, just to learn to stop shooting people for whatever reason. Damn.
i have a very low temper. i have a lot of patience. i can’t stand it when people lose their temper. it’s a terrible thing and it’s dangerous. people can get hurt and i can’t stand it.
She had the fiery temper to match the flaming red hair. She was easy going up to a point, then god help the person who crossed her. This temper had cost her relationships, romantic ones, family and friends.
It gripped me like a vine strangling a helpless flower. The temper I could not contain slowly choked the life out of the only person I loved, still love. With tears slipping down he left me, standing alone in my selfish anger and rage I could not contain…
They tell me I have a bad temper, but I think they’re just timid, afraid, emotionless children who need to let loose. Grr.
I have a slightly vicious temper. I don’t like being around other people much because they tend to set me off and make me angry. Temper is a funny thing, especially mine. I am so happy one moment and then the next, i’m completely horrible. When people are with me they often say that i’m cranky. The truth of the matter is that i’m just a cold hearted bitch that no one likes to be with.
I don’t know why my father gets as angry as he does. He blames it on the medication but I know better. My mom has told me countless times about his cynicism transforming into a shell of a crotchety old man.
Wham.
In order to use the correct onomatopoeia to explain what just happened I had to go old school. I was socked, not just punched, but socked in the face by my friend whom I had apparently pissed off to no extent. I didn’t mean to bring it up, but it happened. I give him credit he has worked on his temper very hard these last few months, and the fact that it took him this long to strike anyone is a miracle.