Rage and anger can sort of be said to be part of our human natures. At certain points, we become so enraged that we are willing to do anything to satisfy ourselves. Many sate their anger by unleashing it on an unsuspecting victim. Others show it through their words, which is common. 

What's the meanest thing you have truly done to someone and why? Did it satisfy you? Thanks for containing your inherent malice.

Sighs* going down harsh on someone too much. I know I am doing it in a way to benefit to help them. but, then after it breaks them, and I learn I went to far.....I then go and apologize even though they say that I was right. I would also still want to apologize for being had being harsh. I don't like going that extreme because....it makes you to feel so upset with yourself for doing something, that was way beyond control even though it was to help, that person. And when I know if or when I go to far I feel it. I am not sure how and don't ask why I just somehow feel it....

I think one of the meanest things I did was in 10th grade. I was at a trade school part time and this kid picked up a broom handle and swung at me. I grabbed it,shoved him onto the teacher's desk,choked him with the handle and prepared to drill him when I felt someone grab my arm. I thought it was another kid and I slammed him into the white board. I slammed the teacher into the board and I was in shock.

Well, I think we really have to qualify what "mean" means. For example, there's a BIG difference between aggression and spite. I would classify what Oldschool said to be more of an act of defense that resulted in an accident with an innocent third party.

I, myself, had a very bad rage problem when I was younger, so there were multiple occasions where I went a little overboard on a perceived threat. To be fair though, I was hardly unprovoked. I was the kid that wanted to be friends with everyone but got picked on because others saw it as weakness. I recall a time that me and a friend got into an argument at our house that resulted in me telling him to leave. When he refused, I blew a gasket, grabbed him by the throat, slammed him into the wall, got up in his face and said again "I said get out of my house." To which he did not reply, but walked out.

There was another instance with the same person where he knocked me down, got on top of me and started trying to punch me in the face. When I got back on my feet I was pretty much unconscious from the rage episode. In fact, I don't even remember how long I chased him. If I had to guess though, I'd say something along the lines of a half mile. I was a chubby kid so he outran me. I decided I would go tattle on him to his dad, but he beat me there and refused to let me knock on the door, which did nothing but set me off again... I picked up a hunk of wood, threw it at the door as hard as I could and yelled "If you don't get out here, I'm going to kill your son!" I think I actually meant it, too. He came to the door with an alarmed, puzzled and disturbed look and called his son in. He wound up getting in trouble for trying to punch me in the face.

there was also another time that another kid tricked me into leaning down by telling me he wanted to whisper something to me and instead squealed in my ear. I lost my temper a little and as he was laughing, I slammed his head into the nearest wall. His mom upstairs came out the door and asked what was going on and he told her I slammed his head into the wall. She looked to me and, in an unapologetic tone, I shrugged and said "He squealed in my ear." He got in trouble instead of me.

There was yet another instance where my sister's friend and the kid who's head I slammed were in an argument that escalated to her menacing him with a lawn chair (he was kind of a wuss). I tried to get in between them and she accidentally hit me in the head with the chair, which set me off. I turned around and threw every bit of weight and power I could into a punch that was meant for her nose, but connected with her eye. I still have to apologize to her if I see her again and that was the only time I've ever maliciously struck a woman.

There was another time when I was littler; something along the lines of 10 or 11, that these three former friends of mine that decided to make a hobby out ganging up on me were backing me up into a corner and I pulled a knife on them. They came to the conclusion that that particular moment wasn't an opportune one for roughing me up.

Another time with the eldest of the three when he got his arm around my head and wouldn't let go. I had enough wiggle room that I leaned my head down and bit him as hard as I could and almost drew blood. He promptly released me.

Most of these are examples of an over reactive defensive response to a threat, but were a response to a threat nonetheless. Even after all the rage, physical conflict and death threats, the meanest thing I've ever done was the time I took a helium balloon and filled it with water and waited for the girl that threw food at my little brother earlier that day so I could soak her. I spitefully publicly humiliated her in a premeditated fashion, and that's what makes it the meanest thing I can recall doing. Part of me is glad that I did because she needed to be humbled, but the other part of me is much less than proud of my action out of principal.