bam, bitch went down

We all have people on our hit list.

I'm sorry to spill that little secret, but there are some people who we would love to knock out if the chance ever presented itself.
There are two main people on my hit list. Two people who have specifically screwed me over in way or another, either directly or indirectly. One individual has been on the list going on two years. Two. I don't hold grudges very long, so two years is kind of a big deal to me. The other one has been on for a considerably short time in comparison, approximately nine months.
Since I'm spilling secrets, I may as well admit that I've plotted against these people. Oh, have I plotted. I've planned to target their home, their car, those close to them, ruin their supposed career (or lack thereof), sabotage their relationships with others... You name it, I've probably come close to thinking something along those lines.
Now I'm not saying that any of these things are "nice". I mean, they were nice when I was planning them, because, well, I was pissed, and even now they have their moments where I get that far-off look in my eye and the adrenaline boosts a little.
I'm plotting something currently -this is a fact. It's nothing huge. Nothing major. I'd even call it small if it were to be put next to some of my other ideas. But the thing I can't quite understand is why I'm picking the hit list member to act on that I am. It's the newer of the two. The one who didn't even really screw me over, but that they definitely screwed over someone close to me. Maybe it's the maternal mentality taking over. The thought that You can mess with me, but once you bring the loved ones into it... profanity, profanity, et cetera, et cetera, and another profanity for good measure. It's one of those things where you're forced to look after those close to you. You don't necessarily have a responsibility to, you may not even want to, but that stupid little drive inside of you makes you get up and plot revenge for that person (and yourself too, admittedly.)
I'm going to enjoy my little joke. I won't lie. It sounds horrible admitting to it, but it's not just for me, and in my crazy little mind, that gives me a little incentive.