Is it normal this little pleasure of mine.
I live in a largely unplanned metropolis whose traffic is chaotic, where public transport lacks quality, and whose citizens lack civility and respect. After having suffered a long time with this, I finally achieved a work near to my house which relieves me of that daily probation. Is it normal that on stormy days, where the traffic becomes worse than ever, I enjoy sitting in my easy chair, with a plate of cookies, and listen to the traffic radio, because I have fun with people's misfortune on traffic?
(I'm not a sadistic monster, of course if someone dies I don't feel any pleasure at all, just horror and pity.)