Yesterday I wrote briefly about the glee brought into my life by realizing how much it bothers many Oakland Raiders fans (or are they Las Vegas Raiders fans now? has the front office evacuated Northern California? I digress) that the Chiefs are going to beat meet the 49ers in the Super Bowl.
Folks have pointed out that the joy derived from the misery of others is called “schadenfreude.”
Yes. I know.
I don’t get to taste the sweet nectar of the schadenfreude often, but I drink deeply and enjoy when I do!
(And yes, you’re still getting just little snippets to prove I’m still alive because I’m still slightly busier than god…)
