"...just doesn't carry the same weight of satisfaction."
There's no satisfaction in revenge for the run-of-the-mill transgressions. Even if you were to kill the transgressor, it would drain more energy from you than him.
That test is a toy. The questions are meaningless. I hope everyone clicked on the ads, since that's what the webmaster is hoping for: to make money.
There's a couple of guys from my past who deserve killing for what they did to me, and to certain people close to me. I thought about it probably ten years ago, then decided to wait another ten years. This year I decided to give them another ten years for me to think about taking them out.
I know where they live, and I know their travel routes. But, with the passage of time, the notion of killing them for what was then a matter not just of honor, but of safety for those around me has obviously lessened.
Could I shoot them? Sure. I could likely put a shot into their eye sockets from 100 yards or more. But for what? To face the likely possibility of doing hard time for the rest of my life?
No.
The thing about real sumbitches--and I don't mean somebody who calls you a bad name, but somebody who really has done you and others wrong--is that they tend to repeat their patterns of behavior. In other words, they didn't just do something rotten to you, they've probably done something rotten to every person they've ever known.
And those roosters come home. Back in the 60's, all the hippies called it "kharma," or some such bull.
It ain't "kharma," it's simple odds. Do something bad to one guy out of one hundred guys you know, and you stand a 1% chance of him getting revenge. Do something bad to fifty out of one hundred guys you know, and you're looking at 50% chance.
Those couple of guys who needed killing? They're in their fifties, just like me. They're going to die sooner rather than later. I don't need to accelerate the process.
Thinking about it, there's a guy I even forgot about. Major maggot. What he did had long-term effects on my marriage that still linger to this day. No need to go further on that.
Anyway, Major Maggot was always a looney-tune. I swore I would wait until the right moment, even if it was decades later, and take him down.
Well, I didn't need to. Seems he was enough of a nut case that the police seized his guns. And, when he entered the elevator to head up to court to argue his case, he pulled a gun on a cop. Suddenly there were a whole bunch of guns.
And I don't need to worry about him or "kharma" anymore.
