It is human. Supposed to be.
Back home, thousands of young and not-so-young people are worrying over the future, torn apart by murky revelations. Hopes ripped apart with such cruel ease, students doomed for having worked hard and struggled through college to call themselves software engineers. This is just one revelation. Are there any more to come? So they say. The gossip-mongers, the ones that have nothing to do at night, that sit comfortably, stroking their paunches in the deep satisfaction that they let go of the opportunity that had once seemed so lucrative to make a sensible choice. That they didn't end up working for the company that is now in ruins. Feeling sorry, so they say, for their 'good' friends who are in trouble now. All uttered in one breath.
Need I have any faith in human nature? Yes, in its uniform capacity to gloat over other people's misfortune and to pride itself in its own wisdom and discretion, born though it might have been of some desperate accident.
Oh, pessimism! Not again.
PS: Remind me not to write after I have worked through five nights in a row.