Story of a closet sadist
I could describe myself with the following words: Intelligent, Adaptive, Cautious, Well-mannered, Introvert... Sadist. Of course, the last one is a quality that I wouldn't mention in a casual conversation. Not that I'm ashamed of it, but I feel that it's something that is almost universally deemed as an unambiguously bad thing... Most of the world's population would probably find it very difficult to discuss about that word without getting negative feelings - maybe even ones as strong as...