The Imp Of The Perverse

There used to be an elderly woman who would hit all the teens on the bus. A real clip around the ear - they thought it was great fun.

When I was a child I used to think it would be great fun to post a Strawberry Mivvi in a letter box.

Never did it though.

Put it on your bucket list, Merlot.

Knowing my luck I'd get caught on CCTV MissA.

Can you still get Strawberry Mivvis?

Hmmm. Aeons ago when my dds were probably 9 and 12, and driving me mad with endless ‘fighting’ noise, plus the dog joining in with barking, and they would not stop, despite my repeated pleading, I felt like running away and leaving them. (Dh was away for work at the time.).

Dear GNers, I actually did it! I got in the car, drove over 2 hours to a friend I hadn’t seen for ages, and stayed the night.
Turned up on the doorstep saying, ‘I’ve run away from my children!’ (As I’d known she would, she just found it hilarious.)
It was lovely!
Gave dds a bit of a shock, though!

Cue photofit of Merlot on crimewatch.

Does it have to be a Mivvi, Merlot?

I actually hated Strawberry Mivvis! My friends all loved them but I thought they were sickly so if I couldn't buy a plain orange lolly I'd buy one rather than go without (how perverse is that?)

A bit like chucking a drink in a potted plant when nobody's looking I had to resist the urge to post it where nobody would see where it had gone.

These are funny and very reassuring. I too thought it was just me!

It's unresolved, toxic dysfunction being repeated as per unresolved trauma (i.e. think of a similar experience you had), in some cases plain old abuse.

Childhood based trama put simply.

Oops lookut!

*trauma

Glad I'm not the only one with a knife thing!

Trauma? Well I did know of a family whose teenage son and brother were fighting and one fatally stabbed the other.

Also my mum was on a jury where the case was a stabbing at a party. Apparantly they had knives in a knife block on kitchen counter and ...

I used to sit opposite a very ample, very nice lady at formal meetings. The urge to call her 'manatee' was almost irresistible! It happened every time I saw her. So unkind. I do know I'm a bad person. What makes it worse is that she's so nice she'd probably forgive me.

....but those cases happened when I was an adult

The only trauma I had as a child was when "someone" picked at the seam of the wallpaper in the toilet and my mum wouldn't let us watch 'The Banana Splits' until one of us confessed.

Jane10

crafter
Trauma can happen at any age, and does have a lasting effect however subtle, that will manifest itself later on.

Most of the problems raised on GN can be traced directly back to family dysfunction.

...Even the trolling.

The jury is out on what causes these thoughts, from what I have read on Google.
Obviously if they're taking over your life then its an issue, I suppose.
For me, I see them as a harmless break in a humdrum life; a little holiday from reality.

I don't buy your trauma theory. It's fun to be silly.

I didn't say you don't find it fun.

I hope some more people will confess to their impish thoughts.
I find it intriguing.

MissAdventure

Slapping children round the head is really not funny
- just very sad for all concerned.

When I was a child I leaned out of my bedroom window and threw a (small) apple at my Dad who was gardening below. It hit it's target. I can still recall the thrill of it. Still recall the leg slapping too.
Emboldened by this I (sometime later) hid behind our pantry door with an open bottle of HP sauce in my hand.I knew my Dad was coming downstairs after waking up from day shift at the pit. What I didn't know was that he was only half dressed, no underwear on. Cue to me jumping out at him and with all my might, throwing the contents of the bottle at him.
I can still see the brown sauce dripping off his " too- too ". Bit more than a leg slapping that time.