Not Really About Me

This Was Never About Me

As has been previously and repeatedly established, I am an evil, horrible, not very good at all person. No, no, I know, but it's true. You see, I understand, on a purely intellectual level at least, that you're not supposed to delight in the suffering of others. But it's just so damn funny sometimes! If it's truly the moral highground to feel bad when terrible things happen to stupid, annoying people who don't really like you, then why did god make their tears so magically delicious?
Okay, so I'm probably going to hell. The only karmic balancing factor I've got here is that I routinely parade my own suffering out here for all of you to get some chuckles out of. Maybe that'll help even things out.

There are some things that I don't think anyone ever truly DESERVES. However, some of these things are such that one could have seen it coming a mile away and easily avoided being on the receiving end of. By having the least bit of common sense. By spotting the enormous neon flashing warning signs. By listening to any of one's friends or family members. By being at least a remotely competant judge of character. By not being so tenaciously stubborn.
So no, certainly not deserved. Perhaps, on the other hand, earned.

There are also times, it seems, when the most natural reaction to a bad situation is to actively try to make it much, much worse. Good work, natural selection.
Smooth.