Do you feel destructive?

I don't get destructive in terms of hitting things or people unless I am playing with them. To release stress and anger I tend to write. It helps me decompress.

I've thrown things before when I get mad--but I've not thrown any breakable things yet. Just something like taking a sturdy book like a textbook and slamming it to the floor. But, no, I haven't done anything like All My Children's Erica Kane and smashed a glass by hurling it into the fireplace or at the hearth. I've thrown a couple of things at people when I was younger, but they were soft. One time, my folks, Mark, and I were at a truck stop on our way to see Uncle Kermit (back when he was teaching at Texas Tech in Lubbock--Dr. Evan K. Jobe in case anyone reading this was a student there during the years he taught there), and I wasn't in the best of moods due to something going on back home where some people were messing with my life. So, I don't know what my mom said to me that made me react--probably, something like, "Don't chew with your mouth open."--but I picked up my glass of ice water and sent its contents in her direction. Another time involved my boyfriend at the time, Charlie. He had gotten off of work at the Holiday Inn and had come over to my place to eat breakfast and stretch out and take a nap afterwards before going to class. So, I was still sitting in this one chair that was big enough for both of us (where we liked to cuddle together while eating breakfast and watching morning cartoons), and Charlie had retired to the sofa. I was still being jerked around in relation to the same situation. This was two years later, but it was the same old, same old. That didn't mean that I was moody all of the time, but I'd just recently been given another dose of the same manure, so I was in a kind of Grrrrrrrrrrr mood that day. Whatever it was that Charlie had said had upset me, so I hurled a banana peel at him. His face kinda scrunched up when the banana peel made contact, so I thought I'd really hurt him and started bawling. He told me that I didn't hurt him--that, in fact, he thought it was kinda funny. Then he held and comforted me. I actually am more inclined to release the pressure in more positive ways such as praying, talking to another person about what's going on, writing about it, or just curling up in a ball and thinking the situation over. Oh yes! Don't forget crying!