You are a sick man... yes, get him a drink, Ulrika!!!
Thanks for the compliment!
I would rather say... I felt empathy for that crucified man's discomfort, and empathy has many faces!
And me, sick? I never noticed! Sick? The rest of the world, maybe, but not me? Come on!
But if my sense of empathy would turn out to be sickness after all, then, just stamp it out! Nail me naked on a high cross, so that everybody can see that the world is being purified from my sickness!
But be aware! If I would complain about terrible itch in my balls, and down there, on the ground, only one person would come up with the idea to have my balls scratched with a pilum, then...
In that case, the world will have to acknowledge that, either the sickness has spread beyond control, or that the world has deemed me sick and crucified me for it, because the world is scared of its own normality!
In both cases, I will look down from my cross, with ultimate satisfaction, on a world in despair!
Fortunately, on CF, I am surrounded by normal people!
My treat now! Ulrika, give Mr. Tree a drink, and these three men on their cross too!