If you’re not sufficiently miserable, check your Twitter “recommendations.”

This morning, one of my “recommended” Tweets was from a woman who just lost her brother, a few days shy of his 59th birthday. That was all the Tweet contained, along with a broken heart emoji.

As I didn’t want to ignore someone who was following me or vice versa, I checked her profile three times.

Turns out, she’s a stranger, yet, I am sad for her. But at the same time, angry at the “recommendation.” Because, being somewhat of an empath, these stories stick with me.

Fuck it all to hell, aren’t things bad enough? How much sadness can we all take in before we implode?

This isn’t an isolated incident. The last time, I did express my condolences. Again, to a stranger.

How is one to feel about this, other than “lousy?”