So it’s approximately 11:57 p.m. and my downstairs neighbor is fighting with his girlfriend–it’s almost as bad as when they get along. My mind wanders as I stare out the window across the alley. Why is my neighbor’s light always on? 2 a.m. On. 6 a.m. On. 10 a.m. On. 7 p.m. On. Every day, on. Hmm… Who’s he married to? Where does he work? Is he a good person? He must work nights and she works days. That’s why the light is always on. After 20 …

“Misery loves company.” Ahh, what a comforting statement and a true one in most circumstances. For example, if I miss out on a pair of Andrew Bird tickets by five minutes, it’s nice to know that my best friend missed them by two. If I’m suffering from a broken heart I would much rather hang out with a bitter, divorcee than with my newly engaged classmate. I think everyone can agree that the human in us wants to know that others share and feel our pain. But as I sit …