I heard this week that a previous pain in the neck coworker didn’t get the big promotion she applied for - they made an outside hire, of a well-qualified applicant.
Hurray! Every time I remember, I get a little frisson.
Anyone else had some pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others lately?
My ex has spent every one of “his” weekends with our daughter for the last three months farming her out to other people. I don’t think he’s spent an hour with her all in a row. This past weekend she went home from school with one friend, a babysitter spent the night with her, the next day she went out with another friend and had a sleepover with another. She’s having a great time, but wtf?
Today on Facebook he announced he’s swearing off dating and focusing on himself and his relationship with his daughter.
So a little Schadenfreude (apparently another woman refused to put up with his shit; it’s not just me) and a little actual honest gladness, for my daughter’s sake, that she might get to spend some time with her dad.
Twice in the last few months I’ve had the pleasure of watching 2 separate motorists blow through a light that had turned red, putting pedestrians in harms way, all because they were impatient and obviously way too important to follow the law. They both immediately got pulled over by a cop.
Just from watching Johnny Manziel tough it out during the first round draft last night…he wasnt picked up as quickly as he thought he would, by the teams he thought he would and the late draft drove his pay down about $10 million.
So yeah- about time that humble pie got served up!
I think that schadenfreude is essentially the reverse of “there but for the grace of God, go I”.
With schadenfreude you’re seeing a person reaping the consequences of acts which you chose not to do. So you feel the satisfaction of having your choice proven correct.
To use Dr. Righteous’ example, when you see motorists getting pulled over for speeding, you’re thinking “This proves I made the right decision when I drove slowly through town. I avoided the ticket those guys are getting.”
I’m gonna have to disagree. My interpretation is that someone is behaving in an assholish manner and then suffers a direct or indirect consequence of that action.
For instance, driving on the shoulder to pass slow traffic and one of the cars in the line is a police cruiser. There is no “there but…, go I” clause because it isn’t something I would have considered doing"
That’s my point. If you had been driving on the shoulder (or had been considering it) and then saw somebody else get caught for doing it, you’d experience the tbftgoggi feeling. But because you’re not the kind of person who would drive on the shoulder, you experienced schadenfreude instead.
Co-worker came was with me when the boss came in. Co worker stated “remember to do X”, while X was an integral part of the job, and any retard would of course remember to do it, because, after all, it was the job. Additionally, I was on my way to do X when the prick said it.
About 2 hours later, boss asked where the prick was. I tried to make excuses, and pointed out that prick was always moving and doing a good job. 5 minutes later, the prick came and the boss tore him a new one for not doing his job, right in front of me!! Whee Haw! Life is Sweet!
I was an assistant manager at a Braum’s Ice Cream store. One female co-worker semi-befriended me when I came to work. About 1 month later, she wouldn’t talk to me, except in abrupt, terse phrases, and only stared daggers at me when she looked at me at all. OK, this went on for about a month. Part of my duty was to randomly check employees grocery bags against their receipts when they left the store with said bags. I was one of those people to whom duty meant duty, and no allowances were made for whatever reason, at the time. So, she was leaving with a bag, and I, cringing within, told her that I had to check her bag against her receipts. She had an extra 1/2 gallon of ice cream in the bag, which I wrote up and reported to the manager. The next day, she was fired! I felt quite avenged.
Also, my best friend from age 18, and was quite the athlete/stud in HS, would happily torment me, in our younger days, for being fat. 30 years later, I, lean and mean, went to lunch with him. He looked almost totally round, with a little POS moustache,which made him look like some caricature from some Victorian children’s book about “The Visit to the Baker” or something similar. I didn’t point it out, but, I was exultant!