So I made a scene at dinner tonight... →[More:]
After taking a shower, I went to meet up with my roommate and friends at the dining hall. I found them at a small table, where there certainly wasn't enough room for the five of us.
Everyone made an effort to scoot over (I got stuck with a seat inbetween our table and a table next to us with too many girls sitting at it), make some room, get rid of trays (they take up a lot of space and are usually the first thing to go), etc.
Everyone except for one person. We'll call him John. John made a half assed effort to move and zero effort to make any room on the table. His tray remained.
I say to John "hey, can you get rid of your tray so there's room?"
He ignores me.
I get rid of my tray and say to my roommate "hey is there a spot for this over there?" He says "you mean with all the others?" I laugh. I say "Yeah apparently John here doesn't want to make the effort."
I turn to John, pat him on the leg and say "Thanks, I really appreciate your help."
He finally speaks, saying "Don't touch me."
I pat him again on the leg, at which point he throws his drink (Mountain Dew) on me and shoves me.
I know it sounds cliche but things get a little hazy immediately following this. I'm pretty sure I hit him in the face, I might have done so while throwing his second drink (also a Dew) on him. It's weird, because I can't tell if I
did throw the drink or if I had only thought about doing it.
I am extremely pissed off, so much so that my hand is shaking. Everyone is staring but I don't give enough of a shit. I'm yelling now. "What the FUCK is your problem!?" and the like. I'm pretty sure I smacked him.
A girl at the table behind me says something to the effect of "You're an asshole! (To John:) Don't worry, I got your back." I say "Blow me."
I ask him what his fucking problem is, and he starts saying that he's tired of me "making jokes" or something like that. I tell him the adults use their words (oh the irony!). He said he's told me "all the time." I ask when, cutting him off to ask again each time he stammers. The only answer he can muster is "a bunch of times last year." I told him that was bullshit, that he's never said anything to me and that it's bullshit that he decided to throw his drink on me to signify he had a problem.
And so I get up and leave. Covered in Mountain Dew which is starting to get pretty sticky, embaressment slowly beginning to seep through the cracks, but still extremely pissed off.
I had seen a therapist a few years ago about some anger issues. It's not that I got angry all the time or over minor things (I actually have a pretty long fuse, and seeing the therapist seems to have only doubled my patience), it's just that I had/have a hard time dealing with it when I
do get angry. So I learned a few tips on how to calm down. Counting and just breathing and all that. But I haven't been this angry in a very long time.
So I get back to the room, and I try and chill out. Nothing was helping, and so I end up punching the door a few times, which only helped a little. A did as many pushups as I could, and that helped a little. I've washed off the majority of the Dew, but here I sit, adrenaline still pumping but at a third of what it was half an hour ago, and I still can't seem to fully come off it. I'm pissed off, angry at John (I differentiate between the two), slightly more embaressed (though I don't think I handled the situation
too badly), and yeah. Ta da.
Writing about it helped, I think.
But still.
I guess I'll go do my laundry.
Thanks for letting me rant.