I don't find pleasure in making others suffer, but I'm a firm believer in both the "do unto others" way of treating people and the "eye for an eye" form of punishment. So I always do my best to be kind and fair to others, but have no hard feelings about people having to suffer exactly what they've done to others.
Here's an example. A few days ago someone hanged a dog on a playground in Philadelphia. Yes, animal abuse really pisses me off, but I'm not really mad at the guy who did it. But given the chance, I'd string him up without so much as a second thought. No anger, no hatred. Just a "you like to hang living things? Well, here you go" sort of attitude.
Of course my parents raised me well enough that I'll never actually do things like that. But the fact that I can think of things like that in such a cold, detached way really worries me sometimes. Aren't serial killers the ones that feel no remorse and have no qualms about killing people? But at other times I think I'm just worried too much over nothing again, as I've done naught but (mostly) good things to others for my 29+ years.
Again, I'm thinking too much into something....
AAAHHHHH!!!