The imaginary violence that resides inside

I’m not a violent person. I’m a flighter, not a fighter.

I don’t like to be intimately involved in the slaying of anything, even vermin in our home. I’ll escort spiders and moths to the door. I tell them to find somewhere else to play.

However, I did liquidate a stump near our front door a couple of summers ago that housed a wasps’ nest. When wasps sting a couple of times, you tend to lose your convictions.

So I’m mystified by a tendency my brain has, and I wonder how common this tendency is among others.

When I’m driving along a street, for instance, I might imagine what effect a rocket-prope...