In conversations, do you ever get the urge to pour boiling liquid on peoples' heads?

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I don't know if anyone knows what I mean here. Sometimes if I'm having a conversation with someone I want to get their drink and throw it over them. It normally happens in polite or formal conversations - probably something to do with not wanting to screw things up so imagining one of the worst ways that I could do it. It's like touching wet paint or knocking over a house of cards.

Years ago, when I used to go to supermarkets, I felt the need to throw all the wine on the floor. Specifically the red wine for some reason. I don't have that anymore though.
 
I don't know if anyone knows what I mean here. Sometimes if I'm having a conversation with someone I want to get their drink and throw it over them. It normally happens in polite or formal conversations - probably something to do with not wanting to screw things up so imagining one of the worst ways that I could do it. It's like touching wet paint or knocking over a house of cards.

Years ago, when I used to go to supermarkets, I felt the need to throw all the wine on the floor. Specifically the red wine for some reason. I don't have that anymore though.

I think I know what you mean I do somtimes get the urge to put my hand on a belt sander while it is on :eek: thought sticks in my head :eek: dont think I would ever do it though. I think it is kinda like it is the last thing you would want to do so you think it but would never do it.
 
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When my depression was worst, I actually had vivid images of the people I met and spoke to with horrific injuries or mutilation.

For example, walking down the street every other person would have their head half split open, others stabbed, broken limbs, the works. It was like these images were superimposed over the people I came into contact with, and was actually quite distressing.
 
Something to do with negative suggestion? Sounds similar to some Derren Brown thing with a kitten in an electrified box, and a girl being constantly told not to push the button to turn the box on, thus killing the kitten.
 
For me, its always something like a machete. I just imagine pulling it out and hacking into someones head/face. This is usually when I am depressed.

This is one of the least troubling things about how my mind works :(
 
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