I understand Tonka. One of my "friends" who dumped me described herself as "practically perfect in every way." She had a great hair, a good figure, two masters in fine arts, very creative and funny. Had a great job, nice house, cute kid and good husband (well, he's sort of a drama queen but he's an opera singer so what do you expect :D) and I was always slightly jealous. I never wished ill on them even after she treated me so shoddily.<quoted text>Energy?
Your ex cheated on you. You broke up. You have moved on with your life. You don't think about him. Then 2 months later someone tells you he got the clap. It takes too much energy to smile about it?
I'm not suggesting people are sitting around spending time wishing misfortune to befall others. But when you come across news that exactly that has happened, you have 3 options: sorrow, glee, indifference. I think most people will experience some level of glee if misfortune befalls their enemies. A sense of "what goes around, comes around".
But I heard a few months ago that they got a divorce and I couldn't help myself; I did a little happy dance. I've gone back to feeling bad for the kid and ex-husband but I was initially gleeful that Ms. Perfect had turned out not to be so perfect.