After much analysis-

Compassion is not finite, I was delighted to learn.

Then, that grief isn't finite either. I was less pleased with this information.

Quest for Prozac

Two women on the subway:
"Which would you choose: Losing all your hair, or losing part of your finger?"
"Part of my finger."
"Me too. Yeah. But what about your whole finger? I see you're looking at your left hand -- okay, what about your left hand?"
"My hair, if I was 'good bald.'"
"Me too. It happened to my cousin -- both! No, just kidding."
"My boss is missing part of her finger...."

Did I mention that this was in New York?

They Hate Me Because of My Persecution Complex

...but not enough of them pay attention to my narcissism.