Right. It would seem I've now reached my point on RPM where I'm considered an [dark hold]. I wonder if everyone goes through that phase eventually.
Again, I point out, it's subjective.
But, hey, guess what: I love old people. I love kids, too (to an extent, because many are annoying as [tornado fang]). I've helped an old woman with her shopping cart at least 3 times, by memory. I always wave to my elderly neighbors, and I do have an appreciation for them, because I see a person who has settled.
And it's sad in a way, because with some of them, I can somewhat see regret in their eyes; someone who has lived for a while, and finally understand what they were living for, wishing they hadn't wasted their youth on stupid [parasitic bomb]. I see the subtle twitches in their face when they look at a child being reckless; but it's not contempt, it's pity.
Did I laugh at the gif I posted? Yes. Not a huge, "HAHA LOOK AT THAT LOSER", but I did get a light chuckle out of it. He's not dead, he didn't get a serious injury.
the ice-cream vanThis child fell.
I laughed, and at the very same extreme, it felt wrong to do so. That's part of what makes humor so morally questionable.
The mother laughed, however, it's not like she's going to leave her son on the floor. She'll comfort him and everything, but in the moment, it was amusing. She doesn't hate him, and really, that's all there is to it.
Sometimes, you just have to let go. And if you don't want to, that's entirely up to you.