another attempt at evil

Since you're not convinced so far by the LtEHB story, here's an earlier example.
My family had this incredibly dorky, Flanders-ish game called "The Ungame", which did away with all that nasty competitiveness that's built into most board games and instead just had a never ending path around the board, with no good or bad points. You did stop for questions sometimes, though, and they were all open-ended things designed to promote communication personal expression. To make things even better, my family had the Christian version.
If you read the first amazon review, written by the creator, you'd guess that I would hate this game, and I would now, but I used to like it, for some forgotten or repressed reason. Maybe I just liked hearing other people's answers. I would still be interested in eavesdropping on people I know playing it; I just couldn't participate myself.
Anyway, one day I really wanted to play this game, so I begged everyone to choose the Ungame over all the other games we had. I don't remember how old I was, probably somewhere between 8 and 11. We played happily enough for a while and then I got a card asking me to say something nice about each person playing the game. It sounds simple enough, but I completely froze. I couldn't think of a single nice thing to say about anyone in my family. After a long, uncomfortable and increasingly panicked silence, my mum got understandably upset. I don't remember what she said, but it included pointed reference to the fact that I was the one who wanted to play the game in the first place. She was obviously hurt and eventually ended up threatening to send me to my room if I didn't hurry up and answer the question. After even more painful silence I managed to mumble that my little brother was cute. Another awful silence later and I went to my room and never played the game again.
I had flashbacks to that game when I was in my senior year of high school and my class went on a retreat. One night, my big group of friends, about 20 people all together, crammed into one tiny room after lights out. Someone came up with the idea that we should all go around and say something we liked about each person in the room. Luckily, the meme began fairly close but, travelling away from me, so I had plenty of time to panic and plot my escape. I spent half the time trying to come up with a subtle and inoffensive way to leave the room before it got to my turn, without it being obvious that I was trying to avoid having to say anything nice about anyone, and the other half trying desperately to think of things to say, so that I'd be prepared.
It wasn't any easier, though, especially since, despite them officially being my friends, I really wasn't at all close to any of them. I barely ever spoke when we sat in a group to have lunch. I never called anyone at home, and nobody called me, without a specific reason. I probably knew a lot more about them than they did about me, from listening to their conversation, but I was still too panicked to think of anything nice.
I did pause from my panicking to listen to what people said about me (I was trying to listen to the rest, too). Most things were obviously fairly generic, but I was still amazed that people could think of nice things to say about me, and actually seemed to like me (I'd pretty much been assuming that they just tolerated me hanging around the outskirts of the group, since I didn't make much noise and could fairly easily be ignored).
So, of course, I felt even more worried that I couldn't think of nice things to say about anyone.
Luckily, I was saved by one of the teachers noticing the noise and busting us for being awake after lights out. I've never been so happy to get in trouble in my life (also, the look on his face, as we trooped out of the tiny room single file, like clowns out of a volkswagen, was pretty hilarious).
Doesn't that count as evil, that I can never think of anything genuinely nice to say, even about people I like?