Tomorrow’s the schadenfreude reading. I haven’t written a word. I suspect that may be because I’m realizing that — no matter how callous I sometimes with I was — I’m really not a schdenfreude girl at all. Yes, there is that news story that inspired me to sign up for the reading. But when I think about it, the feeling it generates is one part schadenfreude with four parts sadness and seven parts anger. Definitely not anywhere close to pure schadenfreude.
Which, of course, is what I should (and surely will) write about. While I’m neither surprised nor disappointed to find that I’m schadenfreude-challenged, I am surprised to find just how badly I wanted to feel it, wanted to be able to feel some unadulterated pleasure in someone else’s misfortune. The fact that I’m not able to is nice, I guess, and maybe says something about my humanity (maybe), but what does that yearning say? Can’t really pat myself on the back when I’ve already seen the venal little woman behind the curtain.
I’ll write something for tomorrow. And it will fit the theme and be just fine. But what do I do with what I’ve learned about myself? What do you do when you learn something surprising and negative about yourself?
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