All day at work I think evil and violent thoughts about what I would like to do to people. For example, I would really like to take my letter opener and jam it through this woman’s throat who has a laugh like Fran on “The Nanny.” It would be a mercy killing, right?
As long as you don’t act on them, the feelings are perfectly natural. And as far as the woman who laughs like Fran, check Leviticus. That book offers excuses to attack everybody. I’m not entirely sure, but you might have cause to stone her.