>>513
I may have told this before on 4-ch, but any anecdote worth telling is worth re-telling.

When I was 8, I was building a Lego pirate ship with a good friend from down the street. Our relations until that point had been nothing but amicable. I introduced him to my beloved stuffed seal friend, trusting he would share the joy of its acquaintance. Contrary to my expectations, he began making fun of it. I could not stand for such intolerance. Although he was a close friend, the seal was a closer one. Yet my demands of him to stop only egged him on, and he even began violently beating and swinging my poor seal friend around.

This was the last straw. A rage I had never known before filled my body. Normally a mild-mannered child, I suddenly felt that inhuman disconnect that enables men to murder. I tackled my friend and wrapped my fingers tightly around his neck and squeezed. At first he struggled and screamed at first, but I did not let go. His body went limp and he fell silent. Yet I continued to push my thumbs into his throat, unwilling to let go until I was sure he had perished.

Disturbed by the sudden seconds of silence, my mother ran in and saw what was happening. She pulled me off of him, he ran home, our mothers organized an apology between us. To my surprise he wasn't angry at all, in fact he seemed genuinely guilty, while I secretly felt pretty remorseless. We remained good friends until the day he asked me to lick his dick (but that's another story).

I later reasoned that I probably was not actually that close to killing him. Nonetheless, since that day, I have always lived with the haunting knowledge that I have the willingness to kill another human without remorse.

>>515
I demand that you post a brief anecdote regarding your teenagehood.