i’d think it’d be unusual of an adult human to not have bumped into glad it’s not me.

you know like I remember a grandparent from otherside of the family reconciling his lot with there’s people a lot worse off than me, which granted might not be exactly the same thing.

not a great comfort this sort of relativism to those that are worse off, I wouldn’t have thought.

so, what of the practical limits of empathy applied, the reality.

does glad it’s not me permeate every aspect of an individuals mind (that special social dimension of human comparative thinking).

and, to the point, what happens when the glad it’s not me mechanism fails.

doesn’t gossip and TV sort of keep it fed, stories of’n even anecdotes regards misfortune, mistakes and all, don’t they keep it healthy.

a lot of these basket case places to live have the same attitude amongst its citizens – they don’t give two hoots about themselves , anyone else or their own backyard , everything is consequently is fucked.

this place has been marching down this path for a while so I reckon it won’t be so long before you have the luxury of thinking that there are worse off .

welcome to the future