Sometimes, when an emotion is really strong, you have to let it out somehow. Kind of like how when you get really sad, you might cry.
[He has to think about it, remember one of those particularly bad fights.]
Say... you might get angry, be angry at everything around you. Maybe because your dad's not there, hasn't been there for several days--and you know if your mom was still there he would've been home every night that week. And your brother comes in just as angry, who knows why. He shuts the door a little too hard, you snap at him, he snaps back, and suddenly it's an argument.
You're already angry, and this is just adding fuel to the fire. Suddenly, words aren't enough to express how mad you are--it's still building up inside you, and it's making you unable to think straight. Then before you know it your hands are moving, and you're shoving him, and he's fighting back, and a couple minutes later your forearms are burnt and your brother's missing his eyebrows because you singed them both off.
[He starts solemnly, but at the end of his story he's got a bit of a grin on his face, remembering.]
Not that I'd advise trying to singe somebody's eyebrows off, of course, but once we both calmed down, we realized how stupid we were being and laughed it off.
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[He has to think about it, remember one of those particularly bad fights.]
Say... you might get angry, be angry at everything around you. Maybe because your dad's not there, hasn't been there for several days--and you know if your mom was still there he would've been home every night that week. And your brother comes in just as angry, who knows why. He shuts the door a little too hard, you snap at him, he snaps back, and suddenly it's an argument.
You're already angry, and this is just adding fuel to the fire. Suddenly, words aren't enough to express how mad you are--it's still building up inside you, and it's making you unable to think straight. Then before you know it your hands are moving, and you're shoving him, and he's fighting back, and a couple minutes later your forearms are burnt and your brother's missing his eyebrows because you singed them both off.
[He starts solemnly, but at the end of his story he's got a bit of a grin on his face, remembering.]
Not that I'd advise trying to singe somebody's eyebrows off, of course, but once we both calmed down, we realized how stupid we were being and laughed it off.
[Did that. Even answer the question?]