It is NOT in the genes!

I've been skulking around on this earth for damn near 45 years and have yet to find myself incarcerated, unless you count an hour spent in the Stone County Jail waiting for my Mother and Father to pick me up after getting caught with a bottle of Jack in the then dry county. That being said, I am at a loss to explain why, after much counciling about the proper way to conduct oneself, two of my brood have managed to spend time behind the iron bars of the local county jail. One was for petit theft and I am quite sure that the lesson was learned in that case. The other for losing control of her emotions and smackin the @#&! out of her boyfriend in front of a cop. I regret to say that the lesson here will, in all likelyhood, not be learned, and indeed, blame transposed to the other individual.
I suffer from the same lack of control, although for the most part, the transgressions are very few and far between. And none of my episodes have landed me in the pokey. When they do erupt, it is usually after an extensive barrage of stress and unrealistic deadlines are heaped upon me. In these cases, I usually know quite well in advance that I am becoming un-glued and take the proper steps to ward off a meltdown.
My only hope is that the experience of sitting in a iron-latticed cell will lead to an epiphany and the offender will take steps to gain more control over her emotions..... BUT...I'm not gonna hold my breath.