One of the most painful feelings in the world is to have an amazing day, then to find out that you best friend had a horrid one. Half of you wants to jump up and down giddy with excitement, and the other half feels almost guilty for having something awesome happen when they didn’t have such luck. You want to fix it for them, and know that you can’t.
One half is mad on their behalf, the other half is relieved. I hate 50/50 days.