This is the Part Where I Laugh That Evil Laugh

I know it's evil, really evil, and still there are things way more evil than this, such as actually offing people or kicking kittens, but whenever I'm sad I just go to this website and GLOAT. Like gloat so much I'm considering breaking this self-imposed vow of being incommunicado and the silence after a very long time just to point and laugh.

Yes, I want to point and laugh and just do this annoying dance that Rumpelstiltskin might have performed around the fire while the housewife tried to guess what his name was. Schadenfreude is just too delicious to resist, and right now I'm swimming in a vast pool of it.

I never offered much argument back then, partly because I had no energy left, and partly because I know it was a good thing happening. It really was the best thing. I don't think I could have survived the subsequent and and consequent dots on the timeline that would inevitably follow had I stubbornly persisted. I still had pride and self-respect, and I have a strong suspicion that those two would be the last to go if I die; probably even after my sense of hearing goes too.

Although sometimes I manage to find situations where I compromise my well-being, I get miraculously extricated from those and after a while, find myself whole again. I guess gloating isn't a very nice thing to do, and the next thing you'll tell me that whenever I gloat a puppy dies or something, but goddammit I deserve to gloat. And point and laugh.