and you’re the only person who knows it – what do you do to fuck with someone you really, really hate?
Me, I think I would start by dumping their toilet paper in the toilet (all of it, still on the roll) into the toilet, sink and tub while they slept. I’d move furniture while they slept, too – little things, so they’d trip over them when they get up in the morning.
I am sure I will think of more things I would do – even friends of friends say I am evil.
Hmmm…what would you do?
Define “psychic,” please. Do you mean telepathic, clairvoyant, precognitive, or some combination of the three?
Urm… can’t you do those things without being psychic or telekinetic?
Keep tapping them on the shoulder while they’re walking down the street.
Push random buttons on their TV remote whenever they pick it up. Related, when they turn a light switch on, turn it right back off.
Tie their shoelaces to their chair while they’re sitting in a meeting.
If they drop something (keys, pencil, change, etc) keep flicking it just out of their reach.
I don’t have any specific people to hate. (At least no one I really know.) I’ve often fantasized about being able to snap my fingers and shatter the windshields of people who let their car alarms go off all the time, though. Or even once, given the fact that car alarms are totally useless.
Actually, that’s the fun of my little random idiocy, I don’t want to give any definitions – you decide your own flavour of pyschic.
Lobsang – uhm, first, let me just say – How YOU doin? Holy crap, you’re a looker (doper photo thread delayed comment)! Uhm…where was I? Oh yeh, yes you could – but then you would leave fingerprints, etc. Being able to do it remotely = no evidence for prosecution 
I hate to say it because it exposes me as vain but: I was waiting for someone to say something like that IN THE THREAD IN QUESTION.
Did you post yourself in that thread?
Are you female? (I’m not homophobic, but I am heterosexual and my interest is only piqued if somebody of the female persuasion has shown an interest in me. If someone of the male persuasion does so I am merely flattered, moreso because Gay men seem to have better taste in men than women)
too late for edit: Of course it’s possible you were just paying me a compliment because you are nice that way 
In which case I appreciate it
A wad of TP is too obvious. One of those 200-yard boxes of dental floss that’s about an inch square and two inches tall is just the right size to get jammed in the pipes if flushed. (I know this one from sad experience.)
Keep changing the temperature on their thermostat.
Change the oven temperature while they’re cooking.
Hide their trash bin when they put it on the curb on trash day, then make it re-appear after the truck has gone by.
Put a rock under one of their hubcaps.
I once fantasized about doing this to someone in a conventional manner, but lacked the criminal ethics and material requirements to carry it out. (In other words, I’m not that much of a scumbag, nor am I that inventive as to be able to carry off the smaller details).
What I call “The South Dakota Treatment”. Called as such because this is a neighboring state, but suitably distant, with large chunks of the state located quite some distance from the one and only interstate that crosses it. There are many other equally suitable places in the western US or in Canada, as you will see.
1> Render the person unconscious in a manner that cannot be detected by subsequent tests or examinations and in such a way as to not be seen or even noticed by the victim. You must also be able to remove the victim from the scene without being seen by others.
2> Transport the victim to a remote spot in northern South Dakota, at least 100 miles from I-90, at least 10 miles from the nearest town and not in sight of any residences.
3> Strip the victim naked. No clothing, no money, no ID. Pour a bottle of cheap liquor down their throat and all over them.
4> Dump the unconscious victim on the side of the road and depart with no witnesses. Leave no vehicle tracks.
5> Victim wakes up in the middle of nowhere, naked and with no ID or money, no freaking idea where they are and not in sight of any habitation. No idea what happened or how they got there. Will be picked up by the police immediately and asked to explain, which they can’t. Obviously, they got really, really drunk (the booze), but what transpired to lead them to that spot is a complete mystery. The victim has no memory of anything. There is no physical evidence.
6> Bonus points for leaving their clothing and ID in a completely different spot a similar distance in the opposite direction.
Now obviously, this would make national news, and the person would be considered mentally ill and hospitalized for quite some time.
Oh, and for the really really mean destructive discrediting, given the kewl Powerz factor…
You dump them naked and drunk in a remote part of Mongolia.
EXPLAIN THAT!
I believe I’d use my psychic and telekinetic powers to become monstrously, offensively rich, and then torment my nemesis by parading my obscene wealth and decadent lifestyle in the most ostentatious manner imaginable. As the saying goes, “living well is the best revenge.”
I suppose there’s a possibility that my nemesis might not be significantly troubled by my prosperity. But even if they aren’t, I’d still have the consolation of being grossly, outrageously rich. And if it continued to bother me, I could always hire mercenaries to kidnap them to my private island, and then hunt them for sport or perform experiments on them or something.
I guess I’m just not a very subtle person.
pyscotelekinetic
Present myself to the nearest scientific facility for research and observation.
Okay, fine, I guess I’d flip their entire house upside down first while they’re out (put all the furniture and light fixtures and plumbing on the second floor onto the first, and vice versa).
Four flat tires, every day.
Because my second most hated person in the world patronizes my first most hated person in the worlds tire shop.
Depending on the strength of the telekinesis, and if it was inertialess for the person being acted on, i would float them to really weird places while they slept. Top of a skyscraper. Desert island. low earth orbit…
I actually fantasized about this a fair amount some years ago, thanks to a neighbor who liked to play very loud music with bass that vibrated the walls. I would’ve liked to have been able to telekinetically crunch the insides of his no doubt expensive speakers, and then walk by and commiserate with him; “Too bad; but I’ve heard that can happen if you play too much loud bass on those things.”
I think with a fair number of politicians, I’d have a lot of fun poking and prodding and tweaking them until they are visibly twitching and jerking while they are making a public speech.
I’d teleport ( since we’re talking ‘psychic’ and not just telekinetic . . . ) the warheads out from inside ICBMs, and leave little notes like “BEWARE THE SHADOW” in their place. And clairvoyantly watch when the next maintenance crew opens the thing up.
I’d teleport someone I really didn’t like a mile or so straight up; wait 30 seconds, then teleport them back where they started.
I don’t have a worst enemy, that I know of.
But every time I saw someone flick a cigarette butt out a car window, I’d telekinetically pick it back up and sling it into their lap.
Some of these ideas are hilarious. I was also thinking I would dump lemon juice into their brand-new carton of milk as soon as it has been opened. Pour pepper all over their pillows while the sleep, put poo in their shoes while they’re in the shower, and maybe prick them in the toes with stick pins while they watch television.
Lobsang – yes, I am female, I did post a picture in that thread (a couple, actually). Of course, the fact that I imagine your good looks in conjunction with an accent…well, I’m a sucker for certain accents.
If I were telekinetic, a lot of people would be getting wedgies.