Is it wrong to take pleasure in the misfortunes of others? On some level, I know I shouldn't but other times it feels so good. Like when people, who make law school hell, fail the Bar exam. Good times. Or, when someone I despise loses their job. That made the devil in me laugh. Or, when the DINKs across the way have to buy a new roof. Guess they'll be staying home a lot. Or, and this is an especially good one, the ex that ripped out my heart and tap danced all over it (you know who you are) meets his match in a psycho baby mama. Love it.
I know its cruel and heartless to take comfort in the misfortunes of others, but sometimes I don't care. Some people truly deserve every bit of bad luck that comes their way.