pondering, where this comes from, of what more common under the threshold that might qualify, call it proto-schadenfreude
the wiki page is about what i’d expect, it’s quite good, but could be not entirely a fit explanation
see’f I can’t reduce it to something dumber
normal people rely a lot on glad it’s not me, now all i’m saying by that is it’s well within the range of normal to feel that way, even employ a belief to make it so, part of putting stuff over there, limiting the emotional proximity, the scope of influences, intensity of influence, or affect if you will
glad it’s not me can in fact be empathy, or empathetic, perhaps sympathetic better said. It could be more like, that’s really horrible, i’m glad it’s not me , goes some way to acknowledgement at least
fact is glad it’s not me features in, is instrumental to enjoying normal, because the reality is there is no end to misfortunes one could indulge. Imagined, even a small portion could cause stress and suffering, to the extent you’d be less functional, less able to make a helpful contribution and others, starting with whatever being useful to your own experience, not torturing ones own imagination
my view is that if you somehow removed most of the glad it’s not me from a group of people the individuals you removed it from wouldn’t be able to function, and the group wouldn’t function
glad it’s not me is as universal as (exampled in) imagining back to toddler age and being glad you don’t shit your pants any more, or wear a nappy, and so many other things. Glad that’s not me anymore, you grew up
from that it can probably be stated fairly safely that the trajectory of maturing, developing, involves plenty of glad that’s not me anymore, essentially requires it (applies to aspirations too, that achieved)
none of that above lends much to explaining joy in others’ misfortunes, perhaps, or does it
i’m not encouraging anyone to intentionally shit their pants then go do the shopping, study the other shoppers reactions, looking for glad it’s not me, verification, that won’t be necessary. You might assume some sympathy-fade even in the most empathetic of people you pass near. They may not joy, perhaps revulsion though, then far enough away whoever might feel inclined to laugh about it, overwhelm the details of the experience with some fun, happy brain chemicals
i’m thinking there’s a softer schadenfreude, a truth of it more exists on the margins or just outside the more obvious (explanations), that good people defining it have little interest in an explanation that would include them, distract from their goodness