When I am looking out windows on particularly high floors of buildings, I sometimes have the urge to just smash through the glass and jump out, plummeting to my death. I don't really want to kill myself in general, but this urge is still oddly there.
Similarly, when I'm in the car and in a passenger seat, I often want to open the door and jump out into oncoming traffic. I hold myself back because I know that doing so would be lethal.
When I am particularly stressed, I often imagine myself already dead on an autopsy table, with a Y-incision on my chest cavity, and there are pathologists there removing my organs one by one. There is no blood, and I don't feel any pain... probably because I am dead in this day dream.
Sometimes, I'll be in a store and see that no one is watching and think, "OMG I could totally steal a bunch of little things with no one noticing!" and I am highly tempted to do so, but I have never acted upon this. I always wonder how I'd feel if I were to actually get away with such a thing, but then I worry about getting in trouble and also worry about how doing so would impact the owners of the store in a negative fashion and about how stealing would make me a bad person in general.
Soooooo yeah I guess I'm probably kind of fucked up... oh well