Schadenfreude

I think she had it in for me because I was not remotely smart. I wasn’t clever. I wasn’t even particularly sporty. I definitely wasn’t well connected.

It’s such a strong word.  It’s harsh.  And Germanic.  You kind of know what it means before you truly know.  It suits my mood.  I’m feeling particularly savage and it rolls over the tongue beautifully.  I was just chatting to a friend who brought up an old acquaintance from childhood.

We knew this girl, let’s call her - I’d better change her name - Tiffa…