I grew up around a person with an uncontrollable temper. He was a drinker with self-esteem issues. Well before I was a teenager, I learned what a backhand to the face felt like.
When I was a teen, we acquired a new family member through marriage. He was as big as a mountain, a former college basketball player. He never lost his composure. One day we went fishing, as we regularly did. He had upgraded from our usual Zebco 101’s by buying an open-faced reel (I think that’s what they are called; I’m not much of a fisherman) from an acquaintance. The line kept tangling when he tried to cast. Eventually he could take no more. He said, with total equanimity and a smile, “If that’s how you’re going to act, you can take… a little… swim.” As he spoke, he disconnected the reel from his rod. Gracefully and with much faux drama, he sent it sailing into the lake. We laughed about it for days.