While sitting on public transport
I often have an overwhelming desire to suck my index finger and then stick it in someone's ear.

I also constantly wonder what would happen if I punched the person to whom I happen to be talking.

What do you repress?
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:04, 35 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

My sexuality.
I'm a bloody coiled spring most of the time.
( girlinthehole, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:08, Reply)

Lust.
Sometimes, I find myself literally dribbling.

Edit: *high-fives bgb... again!*
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:08, Reply)

Right back at ya No3L.
We are in-tune with each other : )
( girlinthehole, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:10, Reply)

the urge to empty the joint bank account
and fuck off somewhere hot.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:11, Reply)

Ah, No3l,
You poor, poor man...at least we lady types can simply shuffle about on our seat - preferably while wearing jeans and thereby riding the seam (as it were) and have a smile upon our face.

That's what the Mona Lisa was doing you know.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:11, Reply)

I am also currently repressing a need
to be fucking harsh on grammar and dullards today.

Not like me at all.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:14, Reply)

On a more serious note.
I sometimes have the urge to run away.

From what I do not know. I don't have kids or a bastard husband or debts or anything really serious to worry about, but I just get this urge when I set off for work in the morning to keep driving and bugger off.

I like the idea of just running away and starting a new life and seeing what would happen. *shrugs*
( girlinthehole, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:15, Reply)

Chick... story of my week
I've started getting a really short fuse when it comes to shit or boring people on here. I just used to ignore it, now I speak out. I dunno if I like this new me.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:18, Reply)

Jumping off high things
and chucking myself in front of trains.

I'm not in the least bit suicidal. There's just always a little voice in my head going, "Do it! Dare ya!" and then I tense up like I'm ready to do it.

Slightly worrying!
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:18, Reply)

I repress my insanity
Most of the time anyway.

Apart from just now, in the kitchen, when I started singing a song about how the knife I was using was good cutting up cheese.

"For cutting up cheese, this is a good knife,
for cutting up cheese, this is a good knife"

I'm worried about myself...
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:18, Reply)

I get the running away thing
I spend a lot of time thinking about getting a campervan or something and just.... leaving, setting fire to my birth certificate and any other documentation.
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:20, Reply)

@ BK
Yup, driving next to a river.

Go on... just drive in...
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:23, Reply)

Oh yes!
Boss K - I can't walk close to the edge of the platform at a station - I *know* I'll throw myself under. The same if I'm up somewhere high.
I have no intention of doing away with myself but that urge to just leap is there.

And PoD if I have a kitchen knife in my hand I always wonder what it would feel like to stick it into warm human flesh. The warm human flesh of the person standing next to me - whoever it might be - my son, mother, lover, best friend.
Just to sink it it, encase it in yielding soft skin.
It's almost sexual.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:24, Reply)

@Chickenlady
It isn't quite the same with cheese really, is it?
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:25, Reply)

@ PoD
Erm...no, not really...

:)
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:27, Reply)

@ tulip
I don't drive so haven't felt that one!

@chickenlady

But I definitely know that feeling!
My housemates are lucky to be alive!

And this bloke in the pub last Friday was lucky he didn't end up with a Columbian necktie from the bottle in my hand.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:29, Reply)

It's a bit scary
And into oncoming traffic.

And off bridges.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:32, Reply)

I'm glad
I'm not alone then!
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:33, Reply)

Not all the time!
Just every now and then.
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:38, Reply)

My best mate has cerebral palsy and she's a nasty bitch sometimes and during those times I want to push her just to watch her fall.
I've never done that.
I've never even admitted that.
I'm a bad bad bad bad person.
*fucks off back to /talk*
( Lisette von Falcon, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:42, Reply)

I get that with old people.
Lots of old people are lovely, polite, sweet.

Lots of old people are arrogant, smelly, miserable bastards.

I often get the urge to push the latter over to see if they can get up.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:48, Reply)

@ Kristine
You're not a bad person - that's just normal.

When my sons were babies I often had thoughts of chucking them on the open fire in our house.

And that wasn't just when they were being squawking shit-machines.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 20:59, Reply)

Also
At work I want to scream into the faces of some people, "YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID!"



I think perhaps I shouldn't have missed that yoga class yesterday.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 21:05, Reply)

Sometimes when I just can't take it anymore I pound my fist repeatedly into my desk then everyone leaves me alone.
Since I've been trying to quit smoking I yell a lot more and I get angrier faster.
It's fun.
( Lisette von Falcon, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 21:12, Reply)

That's an excellent idea
I think I'll give that one a go.

That'll wake up the lazy feckers who sleep through my classes!
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 21:14, Reply)

Make sure you do it really fast and hard and loud (lol)
It's best to follow up with a loud grunt 'UGH!' and maybe throw something on the floor. But not too dramatically.
( Lisette von Falcon, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 21:19, Reply)

Sarcasm
I get the urge to be sarcastic to the idiots who insist on boarding a tube train when I'm trying to get off.

I'm losing my battle if today is anything to go by.

But it felt good.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 15 Jan 2009, 22:09, Reply)

Pushing people down escalators.
I often wonder what it would be like at peak times on the tube to just stand at the top of an escalator, push someone down and watch them topple over into someone else. I'd like to think it would be like watching human dominoes.
( wanderlust, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 22:59, Reply)

Smacking stupid people
Just a quick slap to the back of the head whilst muttering "Idiot".

Most often I get this urge at work. This is why I need to go ahead and get my TCLEOSE certification so I can go back to handcuffing people for a living....it has been far too long since I could legally handcuff dumbasses rule breakers.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Thu 15 Jan 2009, 23:47, Reply)

re: sarcasm @ PJM
I remember reading how Robert Webb (the normal-looking one off of Peep Show) was once faced with a gaggle of teenagers when he tried to exit his tube train.

As he stood at the single end-door of the carriage, they tried to squeeze past him before he could disembark but he stood firm until the one in front looked up at him. He sighed loudly, then uttered the phrase

"we're going to have to do better than this"

Suitably accosted, the crowd parted like the red sea and he walked off the train.
( chart cat has an itch, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 1:47, Reply)

friggle sticks
I do that all the time. I'm scared that one day impulse will just take over and I'll do it.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 1:49, Reply)

I sometimes
have a very strong urge to smack ladies on the bum when they are bending over, in the street or the office. Not so much a sexual thing as a surprise thing, honest.

For a while, I used to work in Leeds and got the train from York; some days it would be the cross-country Virgin train, and as they announced all the 'station stops', Leeds, Birmingham New Street, Bristol Temple Meads, Cardiff Central (or something like that), some days I'd have a really strong urge just to stay on the train and get off in Wales, do a Reggie Perrin.

The only violent one I have is the urge to walk up to one of those 'human statues', grab hold of their goolies and squeeze really hard, while someone films it on their phone. Oh, and when I'm in a hurry at lunchtime and the tourists are mosying along at one mile per hour but taking up the whole pavement, I have a very strong urge to push them in the path of on-coming traffic or just shout "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY, MORONS."

One day, one day.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 10:03, Reply)

Shouting
I sometimes (not regularly) have the urge to shout at someone. But being a calm-ish sort of person, when I do occassionaly vent, I end up shaking like a sheep shitting razor blades.

I've come close these last couple of days. Last night I just had to go to the pub.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 16 Jan 2009, 10:06, Reply)

Driving fast
mostly along motorways, I start thinking "I wonder what would happen if I just span the steering wheel violently to the left?". Mostly when there's someone else in the car with me. Then my palms get all twitchy and sweaty, and I start getting scared I'll actually lose control and do it.

That's why I hate driving on motorways, and avoid it at all costs. I prefer going the scenic, winding routes. There's more to think about and engage one's concentration: when one's on the motorway and is faced with 200 miles of just keeping to the road, one's mind tends to wander and imagination kicks in. Argh.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 10:36, Reply)

Rage
Overwhelming rage at each and every fucker I have to share my commute with on the way to and from work.

If you...

...play music without headphones
...have headphones that I can hear
...put your feet on the seat
...put your bag on the seat next to you and looked pissed off when I ask if I can sit there
...sit in the outside seat and look pissed off if I ask you to move so I can sit in the empty seat next to you
...have any pointless, loud mobile phone conversation
...treat the entire four seats around the table as your own personal office and/or dining room
...spray perfume or use any cosmetics that I can smell or breathe in
...let your children arse about or t hrow tantrums
...leave litter or food waste on the table or seats
...try to get on the train before I have got off
...stand in front of me on the wrong side of an escalator
...walk up the stairs in the wrong direction ignoring the obvious 'no entry' signs
...stop dead still in front of me so I walk into you

or, basically, breathe in my direction

Then I want to take you and slowly rip your finger nails out and then choke you to death with them

But apart from that, I don't surpress much.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:41, Reply)