Do you ever feel the anger boiling up inside you?

I consider myself a pacifist man. I have made oaths not to harm another, and yet I came so close today. I can't understand the stupidity of my gender how some can only feel good about themselves when breaking down others. They brag about their wicked deeds and minor accomplishments. It sickness me and brings sorrow into my soul. The incident I speak of was hearing one of these foul beasts bragging to another about some wicked deed he had wrought. I am known for being able to keep my cool, yet I lost it then. For the things he was bragging about, not just sins against himself or god, but against a friend of mine. I can't go into detail for that would also be wrong for me to do so. Let me just say it could be classified under "locker room talk". The anger and hatred built up inside me. I didn't just hate what he did, but I think I hated him for doing it. Without thinking I spun around and grabbed him by his shirt, twisting and pulling him close. Emotions can be related to water. If you dam it up it builds up pressure and when it finally breaks it is a mighty force indeed. I lost myself then, just for a moment but that moment was almost too much. I held him close with a clinched fist staring into his eyes, trying to rethink about what I should do. I opened and closed my free hand. Talking started to died down as people started to realize what was going on around them, yet I and the man I held in my hands where both in a sense of shock. I hated this man with the utmost contempt. For what he had done and for all those like him. It would be so easy to just let that anger out onto his chest and face. The problem is that my mind would not let me forget the promises I made and the books I have read. One of which was that one man can't harm another. Why? Well cause one always dehumanizes the other, which is kind of what I was doing. This was not a man I had caught but some demon. I would deal him a blow for justice. I had right on my side. God was with me right? right? The problem was that I don't get any inspiration to do such things. This was an action of passion. I had acted without thinking. I was in the wrong. People say it takes courage to do the right thing. Courage has never been the hard part, but the willpower for such actions. To fight for something is one thing, but to stand back and hold thy tongue when you wish to speak I think is much harder. I know not how long I held him there, but finally someone came up and placed their hand on my arm. They asked something but I wasn't really listening. I just then realized that I was holding him off the ground. Not much just about an inch or two but I am not a tall man and this man was easily taller then me in retrospect. The adrenaline that flows thru our veins in such times is really very impressive. I set him down and left with out saying anything. That may have been the wrong thing to do. I now have many grand things I think I could have said back then. Great speeches about doing what is right and virtuous, about how wretched his actions were. I could not however. I had just gotten my witts about me and it was all I could do to place him down and leave with a cool temperament.