My nice neighbors.
No debts.I have pretty nice Orlando Bloom length hair, which ain’t too bad at 34.
I work in Manhattan which is one of those things you either envy or whatever the exact opposite of envy is.
I, for one, envy your ability to walk in those heels. (I wore heels at the office today, and they weren’t stillettos, but they were switched for flats by noon.)
Real men don’t need to brag about their Wii.
I don’t know what anyone would envy about me, except that I have the best looking 10 month old son of all time.
I’m serious, by the way. Of ALL time.
I am also debt-free, which is much admired.
I also have a cool geeky book collection.
The best bedroom in the house: half the upstairs portion of our house and is basically a finished attic with sloping eaves between the wall and the ceiling on either sides of the room which are really sweet for putting posters on. Picture to explain better. I know for a fact that at least the people I live with envy this room.
The house that I live in in general seems to be envied by a lot of the people who come over. Our living room. We have a lot of nice furniture, art, tapestries, finished hardwood floors, lots of instruments including a drum set, and warm yellow light. Oh, and a gigantic front porch. And the house is high above the street level, built on a hill. This wouldn’t be remarkable except that it’s rare for people our age to have such a nice house.
I know at least one person who I think is bitterly, resentfully envious of my musical ability, but pretty much everyone else I know is a musician so he’s really the only person.
One of the most envied things about me is the fact that I have a job where I get free, high-quality meals.
A lot of people I talk to wish that they had as friendly a relationship with their parents as I do with mine. Particularly my dad, who’s a boisterous larger-than-life figure (think Thomas Haden Church in Sideways, but less of a jerk) who treats me and all my friends like buddies rather than kids.
My non-computer-person friends all envy my computer and its graphics capabilities, but my computer-person friends know that it’s practically obsolete, gaming wise.
I have a giant vintage Onkyo wood-grain stereo receiver, the kind with those heavy-ass metal knobs that are extremely satisfying to turn and a two-and-a-half foot wide sliding tuner with a yellow backlight, and two large wood-cabinet floor speakers. It’s not the best stereo system in the world but it has vintage cool to spare. Everyone likes it.
Probably the most envied thing about me is my ability to draw. Something I drew. Most people I know are dumbfounded that I can draw pictures like this in a few hours.
Wow, I sound like a huge braggart here.
It may sound crass or idealistic but I envy no one…we are really unique, in my opinion.
I am very much enjoying this thread to learn more about some of my favorite dopers…
Me?..nothing to envy…just trying to be kind, eat my vegetables and smile at strangers.
ymmv,
tsfr
A few weeks ago Mr. S and I were at a wine tasting. It was my birthday and we were being our usual schmoopy selves (not gross, just occasional touching of hands, shoulders, little private jokes, etc.). A single woman was sharing our table and we fell into chatting. After a while the conversation turned to how long we had been together, and we told her we’ll be married 17 years this summer. She was amazed; she said she and her friend (who’d joined us later) had figured we were on a first or at least early date.
This was after she had told us about her not-so-great relationship with her boyfriend (it was, too; I wouldn’t have put up with the crap he was pulling, big red flags). She told us she was bigtime jealous.
We told her that our “secret” is that we always put the other person and the marriage first. We can get through anything as long as we know we can rely on each other. (Boyfriend was obviously all about himself.) We also told her that we amazed ourselves, because neither of us thought we’d ever be married, much less happily. We just fell kind of ass-backwards into it.
A great metabolism resulting in a petite bod
A good man
Two beautiful, well-behaved children
Life is pretty good.
An entry in the Guinness Book of World Records and a couple of TV appearances. For some reason, it does make folks envious.
My ability to take care of myself. I’ve been on my own and totally single for over twenty years.
I’m a problem solver extradonaire. You give me a problem, I’ll give you the easiest way to solve it. Some people say that means I’m lazy, but they’re just jealous.
Hey, wait, I just realized that I’ve posted some apparently conflicting information here in the past…can I amend that to two “reasonably” well-behaved children? Or possibly, “relatively”? 
Me madd wryting skilz.
My hump
My fast reading rate and decent spelling ability. Here on the Dope, I’m not any kind of exception for these ‘skills’ at all, but in the circles I travel in IRL, someone’s always marvelling at them.
My self confidence.
I have been told numerous times, mostly by other women, how they wish they could have the confidence in social situations that I have. What they are really envying (but what I don’t tell them) is my acting ability. I’m agoraphobic and going out is a challenge every time. I project self confidence as a means of coping with my fear. I’ve worked hard at it, it wasn’t easy. I’m really going for the “fake it til you make it” thing.
My hairdresser tells me that women spend beaucoup bucks to get hair like mine. Actually, my hair has a lot of problems, and I don’t think in its present style (or shall I say, LACK of style) it’s very flattering to me, but I think she means the fact that it is longish and straight. And blondish.
My best friend has been burned a lot by men and thus envies me my guy & my relationship. How can I tell her it took a combination of luck, circumstances, damn hard work, and heavy compromises on both sides, not to mention a hefty dose of maturity and an even heftier dose of immaturity to get to the point we are at now? Other people also say things like this and ask me for relationshipa dvice. :smack:
My long, curly hair. Yes, it’s beautiful - sometimes. Other times - well, that’s what braids are for.
My even temper. I laugh when people say this. I used to be pissed for nothing - on a dime, I’d lash back. Do you know how many years I’ve been working to control it?
My eyes. And here I’ll admit - they are very beautiful. I didn’t do anything to get them, though, just inherited Mom’s. (Put those back!)
ETA: I have the confidence thing, too. From being painfully shy I have come to a fair amount of confidence. Again, it’s what I had to do to enjoy life! It was hard work, too!
My madd Engrish skillz!11!1!!!
Seriously, when I was living in Korea - particularly in high school - all my peers ever said to me was “You’re so lucky you’re good at English! How do you get to be so good at it?” I never felt good about this - I’m fluent in English because I’ve been brought up in the US for most of my childhood. The funny thing was that when I participated in English competitions in Korea, I was always put in the “hasn’t lived abroad” category because the “has lived abroad” category was for students who’d completed more then two years of middle/high school in an English-speaking country. Apparently my 13 years of living in the US meant nothing, because I’d left without ever seeing the inside of a middle school.
Ironically, I suck at learning foreign languages.