Those are pretty much mine, except that I trained myself not to cry years and years and years ago (something I'm now trying to reverse), so instead I tend to scream and bellow.
Sometimes I still kick things. Not very often. I did have to go hide down by the creak and scream and kick trees the day my grandmother died (about a month ago). Once in a great while, I beat the living crap out of a pillow (I mean seriously; when I'm done I have to pick up the stuffing and put the whole mess in a trash bag).
When I was younger (teenager), I used to punch walls and break stuff. I had one wall I was allowed to hit, and I was allowed to walk up on the ridge to where people went to drink and smash all the bottles I wanted.
I don't have them very often any more. I do, however, use a really prolific amount of profanity and gripe a lot when things don't work right.
I don't think you can ever really stop them from happening. You can learn to recognize the signs and get out of a situation before you lose it in an uncontrolled, public, or dangerous manner, but-- sooner or later, you have to do something. Because if you don't, you either get really, really sick, or something explodes.
I think it's a pretty dangerous myth that has been propagated that mentally healthy, normal people never show sadness or anger.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"