Weird confession time…

Never have I ever…

Had a rage blackout.

Drink up, lady.

I have a weirdly good memory but yeah, I’ve been so angry that I’ve lost control of my mouth and then completely blanked, only to ‘come to’ with a whole bunch of people staring at me.

My one and only rage blackout (that I can recall…) took place in primary school. I was 8 years old. The girl who lived across the road from me didn’t know how to hit a tee ball. Three big swings, 0 dings.

It was embarrassing. She was one of those soft, pink girls, all curls and shiny shoes. My favourite teacher, Miss Plath, oooh she was marvellous, took us to the lower oval to play Tee ball. I can picture it all except what came out of my mouth when I lost my mind. We had snatched defeat from the jaws of victory and I was mad as hell. All I can remember was everyone staring at me, open mouthed. Miss Plath’s face was red.

I didn’t get into trouble but there were meetings. Meetings about me, not with me. Meanwhile, everything continued as though I hadn’t screamed obscenities (I’m guessing) at a soft, pink girl.

I was a problem child.

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