In an uncertain world, we rely on the few certain things in our lives or–more importantly–the lives of others to make everything make sense. It’s what wakes us up in the morning, ready to face whatever uncertainties the world will throw at us.
- You know your life was a failure if your funeral is attended by thousands of Neo-Nazis in full regalia.
- You know your team is agonizingly slow when baseball fans complain.
- You know your half-baked religious “theories” aren’t working when scientists give new hominid species names chosen to specifically f#@k with you.
There, that should be enough Schadenfreude to get you to five o’clock. It’s the taste you know you love, especially after pouring it in Jesse James’ rehabed lap.
Mm, Schadenfreude: make it every morning’s shameful joy.