Fables in a Free World

It’s moments like this one where I find myself taking delight in an others misery.  I’m in no way related to the cause of that misery but it’s hard to not enjoy the fact that it’s happening.

So I feel guilty.

Almost.

Maybe a little…

Or not at all.

Definitely not when I’m expected to listen to someones tale up heart ache and woe with patience and understanding but when I share in return I’m given a dismissive shrug.

Well FUCK YOU.