Which type do you think has the most self-control? What are your great moments of self-control or what are your favourite memories of others exhibiting self-control or even your favourite moments from film and fiction.
I think this is one of the things I find most virtuous or admire in others, and other people sure can display it to a much greater extent than me.
The last time I came close to losing control I was turning right at a T junction and someone came quickly around a bend at the back of my car and tried to overtake on the right hiting the front right of my car as I turned. That would have been bad enough but they ploughed on, it effectively wrenched the front part of my car off and tore the whole side of their ford Ka off (seriously those cars are made of tin foil).
When I got hit it was like "Oh Shit!" but when they ploughed on it was like dodgems, that's what it felt like but I felt an overwhelming rage, like "This isnt dodgems you f**tard! Look what you're doing to my car! Look what you're doing to me! I'm under attack!". In that moment I seriously had an impulse to hit the accelerator and just push them off the damn road altogether but I stopped myself.
When I got out of the car they turned out to be, and you could tell this from appearence, someone who wasnt too bright, to be charitable, who then informed me they where racing to work, they had a mobile phone in their hand which I suspect they where on while driving and they also immediately implied the collision was my fault and they where injured. I could have kicked their ass there and then but I waited to fight them in court.
Didnt get any satisfaction that way because of a legal precident set in England where apparently this happens all the time and its now become the responsibility of the driver turning right to indicate and ensure it is understood by other motorists ie you sit still and dont move at all, it was settled 50/50 insurance claim.
The other main time I remember was on a caving trip when I freaked out in something called a traverse and had a kind of involuntary mental dialogue telling me if I simply plunged down a cravice I'd be fine or it would be less stressful than trying to climb out, madness! Convinced me of the Freudian "death instinct" having some root in reality anyway. I controlled myself and made it out of that passage.