Revenge is sweet
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Buck
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Do you think that it is the personal action of taking revenge that is satisfying, or the hope that things will be better because revenge in general has been executed? We certainly wouldn't want a society where everyone was a Dirty Harry, but people tend to lack hope because major issues are not resolved. If people could be confident that these issues were being resolved then I believe the same satisfaction would be found.
mubs
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I provided the link because I found the study interesting - explains the physiological basis for revenge. I think revenge almost always is the result of hopelessness that justice will prevail.
In some societies, though, it appears to be established custom. In certain parts of the world, this nonsense has gone on for generations, with the rival families breeding furiously to make sure that there are enough males to continue the tradition, because they keep popping each other off.
In some societies, though, it appears to be established custom. In certain parts of the world, this nonsense has gone on for generations, with the rival families breeding furiously to make sure that there are enough males to continue the tradition, because they keep popping each other off.
Most of my craving for revenge is found in road rage. When an asshole cuts me off, and continues to drive like a dink, I want* revenge...why?? Because I want them to understand that what they've done is rude and selfish. The revenge part I seek is to make them understand that they are not more important than the thousands of other drivers on the road. It's not their little world, where it's OK to be oblivious and careless.
Fulfilling the revenge is satisfying, unfulfilled revenge is like going to strip club...For me, revenge gives me a sense of equality. Sure, two wrongs don't make a right, but telling someone that never helps the issue... I want someone to understand what they've done wrong and this can't be done in words.
I think revenge also ties into the core of a personality. If you get duped...you want revenge because someone has "stolen" a sense of pride from you. A pride known as what defines you. It's sometimes worse than being physically beaten. You've been taken advantage of and embarrassed. How else can you convey such a feeling other than to repeat the same (or similar) act back to the person who duped you?
(*) Wanting of revenge usually results in the displaying of the middle finger. It's like going to that strip club...
Fulfilling the revenge is satisfying, unfulfilled revenge is like going to strip club...For me, revenge gives me a sense of equality. Sure, two wrongs don't make a right, but telling someone that never helps the issue... I want someone to understand what they've done wrong and this can't be done in words.
I think revenge also ties into the core of a personality. If you get duped...you want revenge because someone has "stolen" a sense of pride from you. A pride known as what defines you. It's sometimes worse than being physically beaten. You've been taken advantage of and embarrassed. How else can you convey such a feeling other than to repeat the same (or similar) act back to the person who duped you?
(*) Wanting of revenge usually results in the displaying of the middle finger. It's like going to that strip club...
jtr1962
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Sad but true. Some days I go for rides and it seems like every a**hole in existence in on the road. Usually, all I can do is give them "the finger". Sometimes my finger is even sore by the end of the ride. :x A few times I get lucky. They notice they finger, get pissed off, stop, and then I let them have it (verbally, not physically). Half the time the driver was so much in their own world that they didn't even realize that they nearly caused an accident. A couple of times I managed to follow the driver until he/she parked. After they left the car, I quietly let the air out of the tires, but only if nobody could see what I was doing. Never felt better, and no harm really done. :diablo: I was also tempted to smash a few windows, but I wasn't keen on paying a fine or damages if I was caught, so I didn't bother.Handruin said:
There is something to be said for revenge if it doesn't result in permanent harm, and the person is taught that their behavoir caused someone else harm.
mubs
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Most of the time when I want revenge, I feel like Handy does. I want the other person to understand what they caused by their behavior, to see what it's like to be on the receiving end so they don't do it again. This of course applies all the time to willful behavior on the part of the other person, and sometimes to non-willful behavior, like the little old lady that did not mean to cut you off but did, with an accident prevented because you are alert and actively prevented it.
Again, like Handy, 90% of my desire for vengeance results from being on the road, and I have fantasized about what I would do to the other person, but have never done anything like what jtr has.
That's what the study said - it's the anticipation, not the consummation, that gives the satisfaction.
Years ago, I told a British gal, "Curiosity killed the cat". Pat came the reply, "But satisfaction brought him back!", leaving me speechless.
Again, like Handy, 90% of my desire for vengeance results from being on the road, and I have fantasized about what I would do to the other person, but have never done anything like what jtr has.
That's what the study said - it's the anticipation, not the consummation, that gives the satisfaction.
Years ago, I told a British gal, "Curiosity killed the cat". Pat came the reply, "But satisfaction brought him back!", leaving me speechless.
jtr1962
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Well, the two times I did that I certainly had a lot satisfaction afterwards, more so than I did anticipating it, and even more thinking about it afterwards. In both cases it wasn't due to a near accident cause by lack of attention on the driver's part, but rather because of intentional malice on the part of the driver. In one case, the driver waited until I was almost on top of him, and then opened his door in my face. He and his idiot passenger were even laughing about it when I barely avoided hitting the door. In the other the driver intentionally tried to run me off the road for several blocks for no reason at all-just because I was a bike and I was there. In retrospect, they were both guilty of attempted vehicular homicide, so I think they got off pretty lightly. And I think they both had little doubt who let the air out of thier tires. :mrgrn:mubs said:
It frequently amazes me how many otherwise normal and responsible people are sociopathic once they get behind the wheel of a car, which is yet another reason why I think we should accelerate the technology needed to get the driver out of the equation.
Mercutio
Fatwah on Western Digital
Recently I had the misfortune of eating at Wendy's, a fast food chain generally popular with the women in my office because of its selection of salads and greasy burgers.
On that day I offered to buy everyone lunch. Everyone had an order that involved special combinations of toppings on burgers, fries with no salt, that sort of thing.
So I went through the drive up and placed my order for $15.67 worth of food.
... and got a completely wrong order - I got chicken things and everyone ordered a burger.
So I went through the drive in again to complain. They had me pull up and supposedly re-made my order.
Since I had a class to teach and wanted time to eat, I didn't check it the second time.
... and got back to my office to find ANOTHER wrong order (still had chicken things in it).
At that point I called the store and told them to make my order PROPERLY; I'd be back to pick it up.
I drove down to the store and went in that time. The Manager argued that I HAD been given what I ordered and, after a ten minute wait while she supposedly made my order AGAIN, came back with my food.
I told her I wanted my money back. $15.67, or about what I make on a long bathroom break if I'm doing contracting work.
... and she started screaming - screaming, mind you, at me (the literal kind of screaming, like what people do when limbs are cut off), that I was trying to steal or scam Wendy's somehow. She did this in front of about 50 people. It was not pretty.
I left. It was pointless. She WAS the highest-ranking employee in the store, after all.
I found the food I had been given included properly made sandwiches, but the meat was either frozen or raw. I think the ladies in my office sent someone to McDonalds later in the afternoon.
So I called Wendy's district office and spoke to a district manager who, amazingly, had already heard about the incident (this was maybe four hours later). He sided with his manager - I had been unreasonable in returning what he assumed had been a correct order when I came back the second time, and that I was *obviously* incorrect in asking for money back when I had been provided with high-quality Wendy's food AND service. Ann, the manager in question, ran one of his best stores and he in fact had worked with her when HE was a store manager.
No help there either.
So I called Wendy's regional office several time, eventually reaching someone purporting to be a Customer Ombudsman. I told him everything that had happened, and said I thought both of the individuals I had dealt with were clearly lacking in basic service-economy skills etc etc etc.
The CSR told me I'd receive a personal letter of apology from Wendy's Corporate office and from the District Manager, and $100 in Wendy's Gift Certificates.
Well, two weeks later I received a pair of IDENTICAL form letters, one signed by the district manager, the other by someone in a corporate office in Dublin, Ohio, indicating some kind of supposed contrition. The fact that the letters were literally identical really blew my stack.
So I crafted a reply: I took their two letters and their certificates and blew my nose on all of them - the great benefit of being an allergy sufferer is the really prodigious quantity of snot involved - put them soiled papers in an envelope and mailed everything back to Dublin, Ohio.
Hopefully someone at Wendy's will spend a day being as disgusted by me as I am by Wendy's.
On that day I offered to buy everyone lunch. Everyone had an order that involved special combinations of toppings on burgers, fries with no salt, that sort of thing.
So I went through the drive up and placed my order for $15.67 worth of food.
... and got a completely wrong order - I got chicken things and everyone ordered a burger.
So I went through the drive in again to complain. They had me pull up and supposedly re-made my order.
Since I had a class to teach and wanted time to eat, I didn't check it the second time.
... and got back to my office to find ANOTHER wrong order (still had chicken things in it).
At that point I called the store and told them to make my order PROPERLY; I'd be back to pick it up.
I drove down to the store and went in that time. The Manager argued that I HAD been given what I ordered and, after a ten minute wait while she supposedly made my order AGAIN, came back with my food.
I told her I wanted my money back. $15.67, or about what I make on a long bathroom break if I'm doing contracting work.
... and she started screaming - screaming, mind you, at me (the literal kind of screaming, like what people do when limbs are cut off), that I was trying to steal or scam Wendy's somehow. She did this in front of about 50 people. It was not pretty.
I left. It was pointless. She WAS the highest-ranking employee in the store, after all.
I found the food I had been given included properly made sandwiches, but the meat was either frozen or raw. I think the ladies in my office sent someone to McDonalds later in the afternoon.
So I called Wendy's district office and spoke to a district manager who, amazingly, had already heard about the incident (this was maybe four hours later). He sided with his manager - I had been unreasonable in returning what he assumed had been a correct order when I came back the second time, and that I was *obviously* incorrect in asking for money back when I had been provided with high-quality Wendy's food AND service. Ann, the manager in question, ran one of his best stores and he in fact had worked with her when HE was a store manager.
No help there either.
So I called Wendy's regional office several time, eventually reaching someone purporting to be a Customer Ombudsman. I told him everything that had happened, and said I thought both of the individuals I had dealt with were clearly lacking in basic service-economy skills etc etc etc.
The CSR told me I'd receive a personal letter of apology from Wendy's Corporate office and from the District Manager, and $100 in Wendy's Gift Certificates.
Well, two weeks later I received a pair of IDENTICAL form letters, one signed by the district manager, the other by someone in a corporate office in Dublin, Ohio, indicating some kind of supposed contrition. The fact that the letters were literally identical really blew my stack.
So I crafted a reply: I took their two letters and their certificates and blew my nose on all of them - the great benefit of being an allergy sufferer is the really prodigious quantity of snot involved - put them soiled papers in an envelope and mailed everything back to Dublin, Ohio.
Hopefully someone at Wendy's will spend a day being as disgusted by me as I am by Wendy's.
I also tend to find revenge in the telemarketers who feel the need to call my house. The last guy to call tried selling me new windows and siding for my new house...when I asked him why I would need those, he didn't have an answer. So I proceeded by offering him web hosting for his lousy business...he was lost for words.
Merc, your quest for Wendy's food was rather crazy. How anyone can manage to scream at another person is humorous. If I had some psycho B screaming at me, I'd probably laugh at her...(and then smack her with a nugget)
So what did you do with the $100 gift certificates? You should go buy some more food from that woman and then tell her it was wrong and waive the gift certificate in her face. (whoa...revenge making me feel good and I had nothing to do with the situation)
Merc, your quest for Wendy's food was rather crazy. How anyone can manage to scream at another person is humorous. If I had some psycho B screaming at me, I'd probably laugh at her...(and then smack her with a nugget)
So what did you do with the $100 gift certificates? You should go buy some more food from that woman and then tell her it was wrong and waive the gift certificate in her face. (whoa...revenge making me feel good and I had nothing to do with the situation)
e_dawg
Storage Freak
Holy shit, Merc. Even I felt a sense of satisfaction and revenge after your story 
Mercutio
Fatwah on Western Digital
They were thusly snottified and returned to Wendy's. I'm not eating there again.
I have similar stances about Gloria Jean's coffee shops and Joe's Crab Shack. The clerks in a local Gloria Jean's wouldn't take my order even when I was standing directly in front of the register and waving a $20 bill. They took orders from two people behind me who came in behind me.
In my only dining experience at a Joe's Crab Shack I was seated under a speaker and the store manager refused to turn down their music, which was loud enough to cause ringing in my ears several hours later. I walked out on a half-eaten meal without paying my check because of that one.
I have similar stances about Gloria Jean's coffee shops and Joe's Crab Shack. The clerks in a local Gloria Jean's wouldn't take my order even when I was standing directly in front of the register and waving a $20 bill. They took orders from two people behind me who came in behind me.
In my only dining experience at a Joe's Crab Shack I was seated under a speaker and the store manager refused to turn down their music, which was loud enough to cause ringing in my ears several hours later. I walked out on a half-eaten meal without paying my check because of that one.
mubs
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Re telemarketers - there's a web site somewhere with goofy ideas on handling the obnoxious ones. Start by whispering "Are you wearing underwear?", then "what color are they", etc. You get the idea.
I'll have to start looking for more ideas. It channels my negative energy so that I don't get an ulcer.
A few months ago a woman called to sell me long distance service. I proceeded to tell her I didn't have a phone. She kept asking me..."you don't have a phone?". I soo-badly wanted to here her say "so what are you talking to me with?"...but she never did.
A few months ago a woman called to sell me long distance service. I proceeded to tell her I didn't have a phone. She kept asking me..."you don't have a phone?". I soo-badly wanted to here her say "so what are you talking to me with?"...but she never did.
mubs
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That's hilarious, Handruin, ROTFLMA!
Pradeep
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Reminds me of a story of someone who boarded a plane, only to be presented with a seating area full of filthy garbage. He put it all in a bag, and upon reaching his destination filled up a Fedex box and sent it to the airline HQ.
*Ponders half cooked meat on it's way to Wendys HQ* Tho you'd prob have to lie on the airbill and say it wasn't hazardous cargo
*Ponders half cooked meat on it's way to Wendys HQ* Tho you'd prob have to lie on the airbill and say it wasn't hazardous cargo
e_dawg
Storage Freak
Well, since nobody here watches Seinfeld, I will have to recount the scene where Jerry deals with a telemarketer:
Hello?
(listens to telemarketer for a bit before interrupting)
I'm sorry, I'm a little busy at the moment; could you give me your home phone number and I'll call you back in a bit?
(listens to response)
No? Why, you don't want strangers calling your house and interrupting you while you're having dinner? Well, I feel the same way. Goodbye!
Hello?
(listens to telemarketer for a bit before interrupting)
I'm sorry, I'm a little busy at the moment; could you give me your home phone number and I'll call you back in a bit?
(listens to response)
No? Why, you don't want strangers calling your house and interrupting you while you're having dinner? Well, I feel the same way. Goodbye!