I just had to start this thread because my spazing problem recently led to me being offline for about a week. Before I go with that incident, I am one afflicted with perfectionism spaz fits. There are other spazes who may target others with their rage but I'm strictly self spazoidal. I mainly spaz when I'm alone and make a mistake(like dropping a fork) or I come down hard on things I own in the material realm.
Here we go...
My trusty Dell whatever of some 6 years recently ****** into the computer recycling world. As a serious spaz, something like page loading and delayed online connectivity is a serious offence. I've come so used to almost instant connection, that any hint of delay gets me in armed and ready mode. Anyway, after 2 cases of serious assault on my tower PC - where I iron fist the top about 3 times in rapid fire, then in total rage I rise from the chair and soccer-kick the thing like some beating scene in Goodfellas - I just commited strike three earlier this week. A few mouses had already been ******* out in these melees, and cats are now jumpy when I'm in the computer chair
I thought I'd removed the offending program which was causing all of the previous delays and subsequent violent altercations with me and the PC. Norton AV was slugging my PC at start up and I removed it and was going through a slug free existence on my old Dell. Then it slugged again last week.
I went loco. The thing was on its last life already, simply amazing that it still worked after all the *****, but this was the final blow(s). I jumped out of the chair and just kicked the thing right out of the room pretty much. All of the front panel covers littered the floor and a line of drool clinged from my mouth like a satisfied sociopath. I came to and thought "no problem, this bitch is a survivor". Um, obviously not. I mean, who in their right mind assaults their PC with brute ***** when a delay of less than a minute is suffered through?
Other spaz moments for me.
- video games, don't even get me started. Controllers not being whipped across(I'd done that in the Atari years) the room but rather slammed down to the floor in a button scattering destruction. My SEGA years as a 12 - 19 year old(Master + Genesis) saw me take down about 3 or 4 controllers only, living at home with a ****** who would just go ballistic when I went off. When I went to live alone, the body count doubled and even an entire Genesis unit was turned to scrap because Jeremy Roenick scored on me with 2 seconds left.
Through PS and PS2 the destruction was pretty steady(furniture on occasions), about 15 controllers and a few of those really easy to snap in half pirated games you got for $5. I thought that when I moved to PS3 and the $50 controllers, the behavior would change. It's been a year, and I've had to buy one replacement so the idiocy is still there.
- if I miss the perfect shift in my Mazda, I usually yell "fucking idiiiiiiiot! or similar and rev the engine to howl along with my rage. Pure freak.
- my first car, an '82 Honda Prelude made the mistake of allowing its door locks to freeze, and it was the first time I'd been delayed by this natural occurrence - I knew nothing of it at all! I thought the lock was just fucked by itself all of a sudden so in a rage I kicked the drivers door like I meant it...and I drove around with a big dent until I moved on. My *** still bugs me for that one.
There's so much more to my retardedness but I just want a few of my fellow spazes to now throw out some of their most prized moments of spazoidom:wave:
Here we go...
My trusty Dell whatever of some 6 years recently ****** into the computer recycling world. As a serious spaz, something like page loading and delayed online connectivity is a serious offence. I've come so used to almost instant connection, that any hint of delay gets me in armed and ready mode. Anyway, after 2 cases of serious assault on my tower PC - where I iron fist the top about 3 times in rapid fire, then in total rage I rise from the chair and soccer-kick the thing like some beating scene in Goodfellas - I just commited strike three earlier this week. A few mouses had already been ******* out in these melees, and cats are now jumpy when I'm in the computer chair
I thought I'd removed the offending program which was causing all of the previous delays and subsequent violent altercations with me and the PC. Norton AV was slugging my PC at start up and I removed it and was going through a slug free existence on my old Dell. Then it slugged again last week.
I went loco. The thing was on its last life already, simply amazing that it still worked after all the *****, but this was the final blow(s). I jumped out of the chair and just kicked the thing right out of the room pretty much. All of the front panel covers littered the floor and a line of drool clinged from my mouth like a satisfied sociopath. I came to and thought "no problem, this bitch is a survivor". Um, obviously not. I mean, who in their right mind assaults their PC with brute ***** when a delay of less than a minute is suffered through?
Other spaz moments for me.
- video games, don't even get me started. Controllers not being whipped across(I'd done that in the Atari years) the room but rather slammed down to the floor in a button scattering destruction. My SEGA years as a 12 - 19 year old(Master + Genesis) saw me take down about 3 or 4 controllers only, living at home with a ****** who would just go ballistic when I went off. When I went to live alone, the body count doubled and even an entire Genesis unit was turned to scrap because Jeremy Roenick scored on me with 2 seconds left.
Through PS and PS2 the destruction was pretty steady(furniture on occasions), about 15 controllers and a few of those really easy to snap in half pirated games you got for $5. I thought that when I moved to PS3 and the $50 controllers, the behavior would change. It's been a year, and I've had to buy one replacement so the idiocy is still there.
- if I miss the perfect shift in my Mazda, I usually yell "fucking idiiiiiiiot! or similar and rev the engine to howl along with my rage. Pure freak.
- my first car, an '82 Honda Prelude made the mistake of allowing its door locks to freeze, and it was the first time I'd been delayed by this natural occurrence - I knew nothing of it at all! I thought the lock was just fucked by itself all of a sudden so in a rage I kicked the drivers door like I meant it...and I drove around with a big dent until I moved on. My *** still bugs me for that one.
There's so much more to my retardedness but I just want a few of my fellow spazes to now throw out some of their most prized moments of spazoidom:wave:
:scream:
