Funny

I have a shared apartment and I must scream.

Throwing a tantrum at 60: you vote for a fascist and crash the economy.

What the fuck is your door made of? If an angry kick breaks it, I promise it ain't $300

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.

65: Kids are out of the house, you have some money to fix a broken door, but you're just too damn tired to go breaking things or screaming about it. Also, the reason for the tantrum happened 30 years ago. So you tell your family a pointless, rambling, mind-numbingly boring story about it at Thanksgiving, instead.

feeling good about my parenting skills, my kid's tantrums are getting shorter and shorter. she screams, cries, kicks her legs, all on the floor. She only gets anything once she starts to be calm.

When I was 16 the phone was wired to the wall.

Lol, people can't afford to have kids by 30. What universe is this post from?

Hi, my names Kyle, I'm 6 white Monster drinks deep, and I'm ready for a crashout if I lose this next CoD match and derank.

I mean, this is why social media is full of videos of dudes sitting in their trucks complaining about how everyone's crazy now.

Throwing a tantrum as a parent: Just tell your kid you're strict, then scream at them for every little thing.

Ah yes, perfect post for the "funny" community.

Living a life of quiet desperation.

That feeling when 30 is the expected time to have kids already and you are reminded you are not allowed to ever responsibly raise children of your own in this one life you get on this dying planet.

I hate this world

Axe + wood reserves

at 30 the kids just broke the door and phone

I do not think I ever threw a tantrum that that destroyed property (I probably tried as a toddler, but I did not have the strength).

This is why therapy is penny foolish and pound wise. Your parents should have been paying for a therapist to teach you not to throw tantrums, not simply paying to fix the house every time you smashed it up.

This hurt my soul, I dated a NARC that used to love throwing my personal phone, not their own. Luckily that was during the years when phones only costing 100-200 dollars. Now these fuckers cost 1000-1500 dollars.

Yeah but at 50 you can go back to screaming and taking a shit on your neighbors driveway.

I'm 16. My tantrums consist of crying in my room.

Lol lmao, you think I have kids?