15 people share what happened when the kind and quiet person snapped.

There's nothing quite like the moment when the super quiet, sweet person snaps.

Everyone has a breaking point, even the person who always keeps calm. All too often, people take advantage of anyone considered kind and easygoing, and this can eventually lead to a moment of 'snapping.'

In a popular Ask Reddit thread, people shared what happened when the kind and quiet person snapped.

1. From strqwberryoreos:

My choir teacher was a really kind jolly person that younger kids loved to piss off for no reason. Like, he was incredibly patient, supported you even if your voice was god awful, and really worked to make people comfortable and achieve a certain goal each individual had. And every year the new students of middle school would joke around antagonize the poor man all class long.

What these foolish 7th graders didn't know was that when this man was not nice... he really was not nice. It took a long time to blow his fuse, but once it blew, there was no going back. This quiet middle-aged man, almost always pale, suddenly became raging loud and his face exploding red.

You could see veins popping out on his forehead as he scream/scolded the younger students to behave. And he didn't stop, he got up in everyone's faces, yanked their phones from them and scared the absolute sh*t out of them.

I hadn't done anything, and neither did the seniors of choir because we knew the consequences of being an a**hole to this teacher. So he skipped over us and we got a full view of the younger kids crying, more out of stock than anything.

And just as fast as it came, the teacher had calm down. His face going back to it's original color and the phones he grabbed safely locked away in his office. He was quiet once again and with a smile on his face, he'd say. 'Now, let's try this chorus again...'

2. From trellala:

I was working in a kitchen and the silent giant on the grill next to me is getting a wave of steaks and burgers. The expediter is asking him to rush some things and he froze for a moment, grabbed a mostly raw burger off the hot grill with his bare hand and threw it at the stainless steel wall. It stuck for a moment and flopped onto the floor. He then took a deep breath and started selling food faster than I’ve ever seen.

3. From Linkinlane:

She was in my class being bullied by some guys. One day they kept throwing around her stuff until she just stood up and knocked out that boy with the book he was trying to get his hands on.

It was that very moment our teacher was walking into class and the boy who fell tried to start a huge drama to get this girl in trouble. But our teacher was amazing. She just said: 'if you don't want to get hit stop harrassing others so they don't have any choice but hitting you. '

4. From ChanseyChessy:

I didn't snap. I thought about what I was going to do long and hard, and came to the decision that the girl deserved to get bitch slapped across the face. She said my brother had a sister complex. I was six when my brother died of a drug overdose (he was 19, away at college).

So, the next day at high school, right when she walked up to me to say good morning, I slapped her across the face and walked away. I had warned my other friends about what she had said, and that I was about to do something, but I am a natural peacekeeper, so they never thought I could do something like that.

I ended up in the office, sobbing about what she had said to me. Apparently, it seemed like I had just snapped out of nowhere. Needless to say, you don't punish the girl who slapped the person that said the girl's dead brother had a sister complex.

5. From Wackydetective:

I am that quiet person. When I found out my Mother was terminally ill I came home and destroyed the house. My brother just stood there with an open mouth. It was just uncharacteristic of me. After she died he told me he thought I was losing it.

6. From FlaxSeedBP:

That was an honest fear of mine. I was always the introvert, quiet guy, with few friends. I lost my job a few years ago and developed a crippling depression. Crying everyday, no will to leave home and a fear that someday I would go on a rampage of wanton senseless violence for no reason at all.

I used to see myself like the prototype Wacko: loner. Quiet. No escape valve at all. Thankfully I realized I needed help, and went to therapy and meds. I still cry a lot, but learned to deal with my feelings. Also, I got a cat to cuddle. Trust me, cat = cure to most bad moods.

7. From TimedRevolver:

I took a LOT of sh*t in school. More than I should have, looking back. I rarely fought if it was my safety on the line. Because I know I can take a few punches, and self-loathing makes self-defense pretty damned difficult.

So, I'm in Junior High. 8th grade. I've been dealing with bulls**t and I cope by silently fuming, like always. Cue a small kid I'll call Chen. Very nice Chinese kid, always friendly with people. One of the school bullies, who wasn't a small guy by any means, just shoulder-checks Chen into a locker. HARD.

I completely lost my sh*t. Yelled his name, walked up, and when he did that stupid bully 'What're you gonna do?' line, I headbutted the ever-living f**k out of his face. I have a flat, kinda broad forehead. Like the broad side of a sledgehammer.

He yells 'F*ck!' and stumbles back. I grab his shirt and ring his bell with a few rights. F*cked my hand up pretty bad. Also had a knot on my forehead because his nose was sturdier than expected.

Plus side? Everyone left Chen alone after that.

8. From 00wolfQUEEN:

Got sent to the principal's office. They got bullied so often they threatened to hurt one of the bullies back and a bunch of students spread it to sound like a hit list. They made it sound like every bully that bullied that person was gonna get hurt and then the principal heard about it and got involved.

9. From LordFluffins:

This girl had been picked on for a while and she finally had enough, slipped (idk how) one of those ~5lb metal 3-hole punchers in her bag, and the next time she got picked on, she hit them with it, hard.

10. From teal_ish:

The quiet one in our college was a tiny sweet and harmless always smiling girl. She was kind to everyone and stupid people mistook her for weak, because she just walked away when being picked on.

One day the local bullies were chasing after the campus cat with hockey sticks...and as they ran by her table she let out an inaudible sound of anger, stood up and smacked her flat tray right into the first ones face...with force. He smashed backwards into the ground and the other ones crashed right into him.

While she calmly sat back down with a smile and watched the cat run away. They were too startled to react for a while and when one of them finally started to yell at her she just stared him down with the most murderous look in her eyes. They left and she never got bothered by them again.

11. From Dreamy_Spooks:

I was that person. My sister yelled at me and called me an idiot because she was forgetful and was trying to get me to run ALL THE WAY UPSTAIRS to unplug a straightening iron even though I had to leave for the bus (i do everything in the morning, and all she does is get dressed and leave).

At dinner time I brought this up and showed the aggressive texts to my mom, and when she was made to apologize to me she gave the most pathetic apology, and that was when I snapped and slammed my hand on the table and began to scream at her about how she was so rude and such and such.

After that I didn't speak to her for days, I was livid. I do regret showing my anger like that, it was pretty embarrassing. But she hasn't made me that mad after that, so I guess she did realize what she did?

Even though I am shy and reserved I do have my moments. And I hate having them because it makes people scared. I do wish to work on it, I guess on the bright side is that I'm not physical with others, but words can still hurt. That's why I felt so hurt when my sister was yelling at me in text and saying nasty things to me.

12. From TrimtabCatalyst:

A former friend of mine - musician, actor, barista - broke up with his girlfriend. She then asked him to leave her house and return to his own, less than two miles away. He had his car there, nothing of his was in her house. Does an amiable separation ensue, especially considering he initiated the breakup? No.

He responded to her request that he leave by knocking her phone out of her hands, hitting her multiple times, throwing her through a glass cabinet, and beating her unconscious while she lay in broken glass screaming for him to stop. He then drove to the police station and turned himself in, saying he thought he killed her.

Afterward, his only punishment was one year of probation, which he violated multiple times without consequence, s*xually ass*ulting her and ch*king her. Her only protection was a restraining order, which he broke multiple times without consequence.

He even had the gall to complain on social media the day after his arrest about being treated like a criminal by the police, after he walked into the police station with her blood drying on his hands. He spent one night in jail.

13. From spydmike:

In high school my former good friend (we grew distant after school ended) was in the lunchroom talking to his group of friends, I was nearby with my group of friends. One of the dudes in his group of friends decided to crack a joke about my friend's mom in front of him, which got my friend really quiet.

What most might not have known is that his mom was a recovering drug addict and a single mother of 2 boys, the husband decided to skip out of child support and moved back to his home country in Brazil.

She did a lot of work to get clean and raise her kids to be better than she or their dad was, and both her sons and I respected her for it. Suffice it to say, my friend didn't like wisecracks against his mom, joking or otherwise.

I don't even remember what the comment specifically was, just that I had never seen my friend's face get so red so fast. I looked over at him in time to see him dive across the table and absolutely destroy the dude, there wasn't even a 'fight', it was just a one-sided massacre with my friend swing repeatedly from above.

Took three teachers to break it up, and a few more to get him out of the room. He got suspended for three days, and it tanked his reputation with all his teachers, which used to be pretty high before then.

I still feel bad about it years later too, nicest guy you'd ever meet but that moment led him into fighting with a lot of students on other occasions. He ended up being held back a year from failing his classes too, so that one fight essentially ruined his future single-handedly.

14. From crnext:

Mid 90's.

I had gotten out of high school and drove to an after school hangout where a lot of us driving age teens went after school and on weekends. Food and billiards type of place.

The a**hole in this particular story had said some derogatory s**t to me in front of a girl I was trying to date and then left with some friends. Your typical 'golden boy' of high school type. It was getting darker and I had to be home by sundown or turn in my keys. (Work nights were an exception.)

I noticed the a**hole's pickup truck (typical minitruck, with fiberglass accents and etc.) was parked with the windows down. I knocked the truck into neutral and left it sitting there on its parking brake. The next day I heard it had gotten towed because it had slowly rolled downhill from the parking space and into a 4-way intersection.

Looking back, I'm kinda glad I didn't get any one hurt by ramming into the truck. 😳

I can also tell the story of Karate Steve

15. From FencingJester:

Quiet person here. It wasn't a 'snap' really, but in college I worked as the Fry Daddy in the kitchen of a bar and grill. Kitchen crew was pretty rough around the edges, but ok guys. I always showed up, put in my shift, and went home.

They'd always hassle each other (throwing steak knives at the wall above the sink, right next the guy washing dishes..), but typically gave me my space. One night they'd been screwing around and finally look over at me and one says, 'FJ, you must be pissed at us all the time because you never say anything.'

I responded, 'nah, if I was pissed off I'd slap this basket over your head and drag it under the fry oil,' and went back to my business. They continued to give me my space.