If your secret (or not so secret) significant other has gotten back with their ex, professed their love for you at the worst possible time or hates your guts, rest assured there’s a place for you.

It’s at fmylife.com — or as the cool kids call it, FML.

If you had a bowel movement in the same bed or room as someone you’re attracted to, don’t fret — your peers have done it as well. And they decided to put it on the Internet. How fun for us, right?

The art of getting enjoyment out of someone else’s misfortune isn’t new. You laugh when you see a kid trip over his own two feet walking through White Hall. If a student lets a little gas slip and the teacher hears it in that large lecture in Memorial Hall, ruckus will ensue. We’re fine with that, as long as it isn’t us.

In fact, even if you laugh at this column, someone will get great enjoyment out of your cackle, snort or stifled giggle, believe you to be out of your mind and give a laugh of their own … only for someone else to judge them the same way. I’m already laughing at the idea, which is why the kid next to me in the library is slowly scooting away. FML?

If you don’t know what FML stands for, use the trusty Urban Dictionary. Warning: Foul language is involved. For those of you new to the FML trend, just check Facebook — where multiple groups and status flaunt the phrase of the month.

But in order to entice you to visit the Web site, let’s take a look at some of the funnier, publishable FMLs as they are called:

That’s right, step away from the snack machines hidden in the basement of White Hall. Didn’t know they were there did you? Right next to the Post Office is where they sit. Don’t mind the posters, kind of like the one described above. But wait, there’s more!

Hopefully, these examples aren’t causing too much self-reflection.

You see, not only can you read through 161 pages of FMLs, you can also submit your own as well as help decide which submitted FMLs make the front page — an honor indeed. The Web site updates multiple times throughout the day, meaning you can get enjoyment from other people’s problems all day long. And on rainy days like Wednesday, what better way to lift your spirits up. I mean, at least your little sister (who is four years younger) didn’t steal your boyfriend of two years, right? Wait, she did? My bad. FYL? I think I coined a new phrase.

There are other places to get enjoyment out of other people’s lives (like Overheard in New York and its various sister sites), but none quite like FML. In fact, I just realized I’ve contributed to the problem.

I spent this whole time writing a column about fmylife.com, when I have tons of school work to be finished and the basketball game starts in a few hours. FML.