  Does anyone else have someone in their life who is a disaster whore? The kind of person who gravitates immediately to any kind of bad situation or drama, and soaks it up like plant food to feed their sorry excuse for an undernourished soul?
You know, the kind of co-worker who rushes to "console" people who are returning from leave after the death of a relative, asking probing questions and forcing their victim to recount the last few days, and usually bust out crying? The ones who love to pick for every festering detail of your mother's bout with cancer, your father's recovery from the car crash, your state of mind after your rape? The people who speak in hushed tones as they give meaningful, pity-laden glances to their victim, whilst they gleefully spread the miserable tidings to everyone they know? What the HELL is with these people? It's like they are bitter little thirsty sponges of badness, and they just can't wait to soak up everyone else's angst for their own pleasure.
Blech. Mind your business people! If your co-worker wanted to talk to you about the intimate details of his/her life, then you would be his or her FRIEND already - if you aren't, then leave it alone and allow people some goddamned dignity, privacy, and space. 
