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prompt: talk about a time when you lost control.
there was a period of time where i was trying very hard to be the kind of girl who went to happy hour.
never mind that i’m not a big drinker, never mind that i know i need a lot of sleep, never mind that i am kind of a homebody. no. i am a young professional in the Big City and goddamnit, i will take advantage of two-for-one specials. so, i would ask the bouncer to come with me and i would feel mildly cosmopolitan. there was one bar around the corner from my job, right near port authority (which tells you something about the quality of the establishment), with the nicest bartenders, a pool table, and very cheap well drinks. so this was my place of choice.
i mean, we’ve all been drunk on a thursday, because most of us have been to college and all of us have made mistakes. before we left the bar we got into a fight about something and i cannot for my life remember what, which probably tells you that the results weren’t worth it. we get back to his apartment and we are yelling and a thing about me, i am kind of violent. i have a propensity for throwing things and i find crashes and shatters very satisfying. mostly, i had tamed these urges but i guess all bets were off.
i decided to try to take my anger out on something that i cannot possibly break, so i grab the sides of his bathroom sink and i pull with all of my might and guys, the SINK DISLODGED FROM THE WALL IN MY HANDS. my face immediately went from clenched and ragey to oh shit. it did not come off the wall entirely, but it definitely was no longer firmly attached. and some of the pipe joints came apart too. as a bonus, we could no longer fight because i needed to tell him that i just took his sink off the wall. to his credit, he was not even mad at me. to my credit, i was very sorry.
all of his friends called me she-hulk for months.
7 thoughts on “#scintilla13: the sink story.”
GODDAMN, GIRL. Look at you with the muscles and the rage. We got a badass over here.
Woah. You must be impressively strong. But it’s always interesting (for me) to hear about random things that quickly diffuse fights.
I remember hearing this story and saying , “Dominique who? Not the one I know?! I better stay on her good side”
Remind me to invite you over and pick a fight with you in my backyard. I’ve got an ivy plant near my garden that needs uprooting.
I fucking love you and that is all.
Holy shit 🙂
I don’t know if I’m imagining it or not, but I feel like I’ve heard hints of this story before.
This cracked me the EFF up, just imagining tiny you in a rage PULLING the sink and then OH SHIT face. Love it!