For the first time, I experienced the feeling of true anger. It was an anger ferocious enough to cause my very being to wish for the destruction of a nearby object. Perhaps describing the experience in passive voice is more eloquent as opposed to dramatic, but to put it into simple terms: I seriously wanted to table flip.
This may come as a surprise for most people as I tend to present myself as a reasonably stoic and emotionally stable person (excluding my frequent expressions of tiredness, laziness, and boredom). It is not very often that I feel immensely nostalgic, overjoyed, or immeasurably sad about life experience (though there are several instances that I can remember. In general, I’m quite independent feeling-wise and don’t let such things get in the way of my work. This is not to say I’m not impulsive and don’t act based on my feelings; on the contrary, I’m perhaps a manifestation of impulsive. Rarely do I ever plan things for the future as I enjoy doing things only when I feel like doing them.