Anyone ever have REALLY bad thoughts?

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I can't really remember having any of these...

I get those thoughts all the time. Mostly because I've a sick sense of humour

My sister has been in trouble with the law a few times. Her kids (including two twin baby girls) were going to be taken away at one point. I thought "cool, I hope it happens before I meet the twins, because they aren't real to me until that happens."

My bad thoughts tend not to be intrusive ones, though I do get those from time to time. The bad ones are usually quite logically worked through, and involve the deaths of anyone who threatens liberal utopia, which is to say most people of a religious or capitalist bent, or most of the population of the Earth.

The obliteration of the Temple Mount in nuclear fire is an especially attractive image.

Yeah, I get them. Sometimes they aren't very nice but I don't care. I'm not going to act upon them (like joking about a man's turban, for instance) so why should I bother?

I get them all the time its the reason I laugh sometimes for no reason. My family and co-workers would always ask me what I was laughing about and I woud just say you do not want to know. I would also like to laugh when I would hear about bad news when it happened to people I do not like. What is that long German word about loving to see bad things happen to prople you hate? I think it is called Schadenfreude.

Hey jc6chan, whats with all the anti-American hate? inferiority complex? hmmmmm

I get thoughts more in the style of "I have this huge compulsion to throw [valuable object of mine] out of this window/off this bridge." Occasionally it will be someone else's object.

I don't suppose theyre particularly BAD thoughts, but they disturb me greatly.

Sure. I'm not disturbed by it because I have sadistic inclinations since early childhood. But for as long as one doesn't follow their fantasies, everything is O.K.

I like to imagine the people I don't like, being tortured by me in the cruelest ways. Boiling water being poured into their anuses. Female genital mutilation. Little girls (actually not really that really little but old enough to be able to get pregnant, like 9-10 year olds) being forced to give birth (normal vaginal delivery) and bleeding to death as a result. People being forced to eat feces. Being thrown into fire. Being forced to practise incest with each other.

This reminds me of the time during my childhood when I was constantly hurting younger children (mainly girls), pushing them off small ledges, grabbing their hair and bashing their heads against solid objects, kicking them in the vagoo, luring them to a secluded corner and headbutting them until I got dizzy, etc.

I still have thoughts about doing things like that, but now I have the sense to simply ignore them (or laugh at the mental imagery).

I have plenty. Usually when I'm in a rage at someone and don't have the power to make myself heard.

Then after the rage fit is over I feel really bad for having them.

I also find the most morbid things hysterically funny. You pretty much only have to utter the words 'dead baby' to get me to laugh.

idk if there is something wrong with me..but i think people need to die like any other species out there. i get thoughts about me killing any and everyone in my way, either calmly shooting them or if they made me mad just beating them to death but the thoughts dont really go away unless im occupied. i dont no if i would do these things but sometimes i get in this mood where it feels like i dont have control over my body. i no i should feel bad about these thoughts but i dont..at all. i hit brick walls and anything around me when im mad, id rather hit somthing to hurt me than anyone else but i cant hold everything back forever im scared im going to do something bad one day..

I can't believe I'm admitting this but....

Sometimes when the weather is hot and people are walking around with icy-cold beverages I think, "Those smug bastards! I'd like to steal half their ice cubes! Then their cold beverages would only be cool! Those smug, thirsty bastards! That would fix'em!"

I know, I know! I'm a monster, god forgive me....

I suppose so. I got through a good deal of high school by realistically planning a school shooting. It's not something I would ever actually do, but I knew how to best do it. And in later years, the thought that I would be a good serial killer if it weren't for my morals and those I care about has come up a few times; again, it's never something I'd actually do (and, truth be told, I am not sure I'd really be capable of it; the planning and the actions are entirely different, and I don't know how I'd react to a victim (though I suspect I wouldn't actually be able to kill them)), but the thought it there.

It doesn't really bother me, the aggressive ones. Other thoughts do, but they objectively aren't as bad.

I can't stop thinking about Molly Ringwald. Everywhere I go, she's there; inside magazines, on television, on DVD covers. She's unavoidable. Ever since I saw her for the first time, I feel like she has me under a trance. "This is my love," I thought, "and she'll probably love me." I know what you're thinking: a sixteen year-old boy in love with THAT? There is meaning within my madness. Every girl or woman I meet or see strikes me as unworthy; too pretty, too dumb, too stoned. Molly's different. She's a true woman. She isn't fake pretty like all the other Hollywood girls, with the plastic surgery and all that. She's intelligent. She's clean. Like God's prototype woman, prior to the fall. I feel like I need to get her attention, to let her know that there is someone out there who would do anything for her. Anything. Babysit her kids, take her and her husband out to dinner, whatever. Just anything.

But there's that other part of me that wants her to go away so badly. But I still love her.