I've done it plenty of times before.
You're enraged. It's the umpteenth time (this thing has malfunctioned / I've run into this problem / I've had to do this / he's done that). That's all you can stand, you can't stands no more! So you lose your cool. Say things you shouldn't. Throw things never meant for flight. Hit things never intended to receive blunt damage. Then you get better; you calm down.
And you feel ridiculous.
The best part of it all? After a day or two, you don't even remember what set you off. But you sure remember that you did get angry, yell hurtful words, throw the wrong things.
Other people remember that, too. They, too, don't remember what set you off (nor do they care, most of the time).
Mindfulness isn't easy. But imagine the power of recognizing your anger and acting in a controlled manner instead of giving into it and coming out the other side with regrets.
And isn't that what life is? Finishing with the least number of regrets?
