I'm sadistally true
For some reason...I am a real sadist, I think.
Picture this.
I was with my parent in our car. The two were in the front seat, while I was at the back. While we were driving, we passed some guy who had a motorcycle accident. He was obviously dead, blood was dripping from the side of his head, and some on the road, naturally, my mother went on saying 'Oh my God...' and stuff like that.
But do you know what I did at the back? I laughed. I laughed so hard as if I were enjoying watching that scene.
Oh! And everytime I watch on the nws, about people dying and stuff, especially if there were pics of them with blood and their suffering faces, it makes me smile and giggle for some reason...never merciful or 'poor them' kinda feeling.
Is there something wrong with me?