Hands down, it’s the Internet and e-mail. I’ve said things to people that I wouldn’t DREAM of saying IRL. I’ve been flirting with a friend on ICQ like a hormone junkie for about a week now. I’ve bitched to someone’s tech support in e-mail twice in the last month. I’m never like that in person. So how about you? And also, heh heh, did you enjoy your evilness?
Res Ipsa Loquitor
Back when chatting and AOL was new to me, I used to hang around in local rooms. I had a lot of good friends that I knew IRL in there. When some jackass would show up and start talking badly to the girls I knew, I’d come unglued.
::SigH:: I was your typical online tough-guy-but I can back it all up. FWIW, non of them ever showed up at pre-arranged places to duke it out LoL
-Sam
DRY and GaWd:
Your two posts together left me in giggles.
DRIVING!!! I have a bad case of road rage. I don’t know what it is, but when I drive, I think everyone is an idiot and I hate everyone on the road. It’s kinda scary. I sometimes use my horn and flip people off. I would never do that IRL.
PMS
Lately…Daylight
Usually…nothing
Deceit. And lack of chocolate.
Do I need a reason? 
Without any shadow of a doubt the answer is alcohol.
As was theorized by a close friend in college . . . alcohol in large amounts makes some people want to hit walls, makes some people want to fuck - and makes a select few want to fuck through walls.
All I know is if I have beer I am fine. However if I have tequila I become devious at first, and then downright evil.
This would be why I stay away from ToKillYa.
This is really the only time I am like that. It’s odd.
- NM
Several things…the number one thing…someone messing with my kids. Trying to hurt them or mistreat them. Then it would be drug users. Not someone that blows a joint now and then. To be specific… crack heads, junkies and bad drunks. I no longer have any patience for people who destroy their lives and the lives of others with this shit.
Oh yeah, I get pissed if someone rides my butt on the highway.
Needs2know
Aud, baby. It’s you that brings out the evil in me. Yeah!
Driving.
Whiskey. Other alcohol ust makes me chatty or emotional. Whiskey makes me mean. I still remember when me and a friend split a fifth and went to a Gwar show. ahhh. that was great.
Demonic possession. It always makes my kidneys ache too.
Specifically, it’s the jerks who pull up to their girlfriend’s apartment at 3:00 a.m. and start HONKING THEIR HORN!!!
One time a few years back, I was living in a triplex. It was about 3:00 a.m., and some young stud pulls up to the unit next door (single mother – I wish for her sake she had better taste in men) and starts beep-beeping to wake her up so she’ll come out and play. I wasn’t asleep, but most of the rest of the neighborhood was.
I got up, walked out the door (rather swiftly), stuck my head in the window of the guy’s car so my face was about 2" from him and said:[ul]“I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WOULD JUST GET OUT OF YOUR CAR AND KNOCK ON HER DOOR!”[/ul]
I’ll bet Mr. Toughguy Studmuffin wet his pants. All he could say was something I’m sure he didn’t say often: “Yes, sir.”
<<Evil grin>>
~~Baloo
Testosterone here, too.
Yeah, I’m a chick. But when I get around a bunch of guys, and I can just smell the testosterone burning, well, it just makes me a bit silly.
I have to go along with some of the posters here and say alcohol can make me evil–but, what can change my mood into true evil is what mood I started off drinking in. That is exactly why I never drink when I’m in a bad mood, as I will get far more sullen and angry.
But, the exact opposite happens when I start drinking when I’m in a good mood. I end up flashing bar patrons, giving strangers back rubs, and diving under the table to laugh my ass off.
Playing cards and doing shots. Any time one, the other, or both takes place with me around, my friends immediately rename me EA, for Evil Amanda.
Booze (why I don’t drink), driving (why I hate to drive), and more than anything else these days, rude such-and-suches calling my tech support line who see me as a meaningless and unnecessary non-human speed bump on their way to getting what they want (to talk to an engineer) and can’t seem spare 10 seconds out of their day to treat me with common politeness.
I wish my phone had an eject button, rigged to the chairs of these mishensmitchens, and I could launch them into the stratosphere.
Either that or the werewhithal to stand behind their chair and poke them in the back every ten minutes or so with a sharpened stick. That would be pretty satisfying as well. I can’t believe how self-important some people can be! :::Grrrrrr:::
I’m sure there are those of you that realize this, but answering the phone is not an easy, stress-free way to make a living, folks.