Sweet Revenge?

I recently saw the previews for a TV show called "Revenge".  I had never seen the show, but the previews showed a woman who was living her life to revenge the death of her father.  This got me thinking.

What kind of mind does it take to do that?  I've seen people take revenge on someone else, on a small scale.  Their love breaks up with them and they tell anyone that will listen something that should have been left between the two of them.  Sometimes people lay claim an unrelated incident as revenge.  Like the time you loaned someone money, and they never paid you back.  And then you hear about their water heater giving out and feel that pang of sweet revenge.  It's not really revenge, but you lay claim to it anyway like a badge of honor, proof that you got revenge without having to lift a finger.  I'm guilty of this sometimes.  Someone treats me badly and I relish in hearing about how they tripped and fell.  It's that thing we all do to assure ourselves that the the bad treatment we get is, in turn, reaped by our offender.

But this TV show is about a girl who uprooted her life, moved to the place where her father lived, and went about intertwining her life with his wrong-doers.  Apparently, she is finding their weak spots and preying on them, including bedding the son of the woman who allegedly killed her father.  Sorry folks, I just can't do all that.

First of all, I hate moving.  So If the first step of my revenge involves moving to a place where I don't know a soul, I take it as a big sign that this whole process is going to suck.  Secondly, I have to meet and get involved with my father's killer's son.  Oh big whoop, how long is that gonna take, a day or two?  Do I really have to move for that?  Can't we just spend intermittent weekends together, and email often?  Finally, when he invites me over for Christmas Dinner, I can reveal myself in the middle of the whole thing as the daughter of the man his mother killed.  

See how unreasonable it all seems when you break it down like this?  I'm not sure how many seasons they're into this thing, but I'm pretty sure I can fit it into a Lifetime movie.  But the fact remains, I don't get it.  I'd rather just make a note to self and not trust that person anymore.  Now if they killed my father and were never convicted, I would eagerly await their slow, painful death of some debilitating disease.  But I'm not moving!