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I think boys are all the same... (reply to blog post 'Having A Heart Attack')

8/28/2010

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My girlfriend just pointed out that her boyfriend has the temper of a two year old and that when things don't go his way, everyone knows about it.
"...Okay electrocution, not what I have to worry about..... his fucking whiney temper. It seems that whenever things don't go his way, or they're too hard, he throws a temper like a fucking two year old. Except with worse language. "Fuck this, Fuck that, this shouldn't be this fucking hard, fucking shit c*#@ of a thing just do what you're designed to do" etc..." I use to get the shits with him when he is in one of these moods, but it solves nothing. As much as I hate it when he's like this, and I hate a little part of him for doing it, I can’t change it. So I get the shits, but then if he carries on I just leave him to his own rantings. Like now. I’m here, and when he needs me to get him something (cause he's in the roof) I do. I go and hold the ladder, but otherwise I just stay away from him. He'll calm down when it’s all over. The WORST thing is when he gets like this playing video games. That I REALLY hate, and I get the shit at him a fair bit. But today I’m just leaving him to it ..."
I had to laugh and make a reply because, mine does exactly the same thing. And I thought he was the exception. Turns out no. It may be just a boy thing, but I'm yet to see my brother act like this when he's full blown pissed off at something or someone.

If something isn't going his way, it's everyone else's fault. And the swearing, the ranting and the raving. The storming around. Slamming doors, throwing things. PlayStation controller will often be thrown across the room in a fit of anger. Personally, I would love to see it go right through the TV screen. I would love to see the lesson learnt from throwing things just because something didn't go your way. And the football. Don't get me started on that.
We had the same problem as my girlfriend did with their reception to the TV. Our problem was, it turned out that our house didn't have an antennae (after the landlord swore there was). Nothing. Our method for months was a whole bunch of wires leading across the lounge room floor to the front porch where there was a mini portable antennae. Not good, but it helped, a little.  
So he was watching the football one day. His team. Winning, (just) which was a rare occurrence. And the reception dropped out. You should have seen the explosion. The remote was thrown, wires were ripped out. Then he jumped in the car and vanished. 45 minutes later returned with the biggest house antennae he could find (it looked like it belonged to the army or something) and promptly screwed it to the house - right out the front above the front door. Now, we're not even allowed to put 3M hooks on the walls (not sure why, the place is a dive) but he managed to explain that when we moved, it moved too. 
And that is how, after missing out for 12 months, we finally got SBS. 



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