The ultimate perfection of life is misery.
Have you ever seen somthing so horrible, but strangely alluring you can't stop looking at it.
HAve you picked a scab?
I'm facinated with emotional disorder, I'm facinated with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder. I like to talk to people to try to comfort them, though they will always forget what you have done for them the next time they have an emotional crisis.

Misery is always possible, it can always be elevated, aggrivated, and can spread from person to person.
A tangled web of conciousness, thinking things they cannot understand, things that scare them.