This is privileged tantrum-having.
My tantrums were never property destructive. I grew up poor and I would have been murdered for that. I rage plenty, but never outwardly toward objects.
My tantrums, instead, were and have continued to be personally destructive. I make people hate me, I ruin all the things that matter.







Well below freezing, best I can tell. That was the only time I’ve ever seen anything like that. But it was way back when I was living in a shitty apartment (14 years ago) with whatever shitty appliances they had. Really hard to say.