I bet you’ve probably experienced a bit of joy at the hardship or failure of another person (oftentimes someone you don’t like or who brings out feelings of jealousy in you) at least once in your life just as someone has experienced joy at your negative expense as well.
Think back to when someone you didn’t care for much tripped and spilled coffee on themselves, or when a politician experienced a particularly humiliating fall from grace or when someone of whom you’ve always been envious got fired. It felt a little good, right?
So, why does it sometimes make us feel good when we hear bad news about people we know? Why does it feel strangely satisfying? And does it make us a bad person?








