The perpetually indignant will comb the internet for obscure tragedies to exploit for their own benefit by bringing to our attention the ways in which we are culpable for creating a shitty world by not having spent time and energy educating ourselves on the merits of, say, mosquito netting to combat malaria in certain parts of Africa. I’m an ignorant moron because I enjoy watching a grown man hit a ball with a stick. The act of fun shaming is of course self serving in that it helps to reinforce a person’s view that the world is horrible and justifies why they feel so sour, while at the same time giving them a smug satisfaction at being morally superior.
I find this behaviour also extends to anyone who feels grief over any tragedy that the perpetually indignant do not deem worthy.
So I think the next time I see a kid celebrate his birthday, I’m going to aggressively question the parents. Don’t you realize that somewhere in a forest in Russia a trapper has lost his leg in a bear trap and no one even cares? That’s what we should be focusing on. If you had the semblance of soul, you’d have sent little Johnny’s birthday cake to the family of this legless trapper but instead you sit here, soft and spoiled, a pair of first-world douche bags. You’re horrible people and I hope you get shingles. And then I will surf all the way home on a wave of superiority and indignation. Go me!