the compassion of things

Compassion is a funny thing.

We feel compassion for people in war-torn countries, those in poverty etc etc.

And then there's a different kind of compassion.

One that is fueled by post a negative event(s)/circumstance(s).

For example,

We can feel compassion for friends who take things for granted all the time and one day realise that they don't have any more friends. ( ITYS!! but then again you feel sorry for them)

We feel compassion, for that crazy guy at open air who harresses people for small change only to sit down beside you and order a bowl of kolo mee, siobee and a glass of soya milk (What the &@#*!) with all the loose change he has collected from us pansies alike and then walking away aimlessly and oh so kesianly. (aduh kesian...)

Or that piece of shit guy who cheated on you only to get AIDS (actually.. that might make me feel good.. and want to get tested)

Or that dog to whom you threw your last and oh so precious piece of char siew to only to have him ignore it but gets his tail stepped on shortly after. (aww...poor doggie)

Maybe we need to feel that we have been cheated or have lost something before we can feel compassion towards the subject matter.

Has somebody pissed you off today?

Have you been taken for granted today?

Were you cheated by someone today?

Have you been hurt/ disappointed at/in somebody for a long time?

Well its called karma baby! and its gonna come back to bite some asses!

I have a feeling you're going to be feeling real compassionate sometime soon!