Nothing to be Proud of

I must be transitioning into Jeckyl or Hyde--my rage is like Tourette's. UNEXPLAINED OVERFLOWING RAGE usually means I am moving out of one mood house into the other or that I am exhausted. I went outside with scissors to cut the grass. I kid you not. But I got into it--
I was pissed that neighbors daughter was in my yard and left all the gates wide open. Just like her annoying father -- who uses any excuse to come into my yard.
Then I am cutting the grass with these scissors and a lady 3 buildings away started yelling for her kid and yelling, and yelling, and yelling, and yelling, and yelling.
So I started yelling back shut up, I'll be right there! I'm coming! She comes over to tell me it's none of my business. It is my business. I said under my breath But I am in the bushes buried in weeds, pumped up with adrenalin, cutting the foliage with scissors.
Where did this come from? Noise sets me off. Perhaps I need to borrow the Dalai Lama's hedge clippers.
Then a few minutes later I wanted to apologize but she had already gone inside.