My continuing quest to become even just a decent person suffered another setback this evening.
Earlier, a friend informed me of a recent complication. Although I naturally expressed, and indeed felt, sympathy for the trouble, still I enjoyed my role in it. Were the matter of greater importance, or the dilemma of more substantial dimensions, such bemusement as I may have experienced would have been transformed into worthier sentiments. Or, at any rate, so I hope.
This episode highlights what is a persistant obstacle in achieving what is, for most people, an automatic and appropriate level of selfless sympathy. I am admittedly in many ways a wretched person. But one, at least, with the grace to feel badly about it.