Why do we enjoy watching, reading and listening to other’s pain? Let’s face we don’t read stories where happily ever after starts on page 1. Yes, maybe we want to feel the great redemption in the last chapter but then why do we continue to slowly read the other chapters before? Does it gives us a sense of how great our life’s are when we watch the misery of others? Could it inspire us to over-come our own difficulties because we can now see how small they are in a real world map? Of course there are points where it’s just sadistic but I believe a little pain of others relieves us a whole. Let’s face it misery loves company and we’re ready to read along.