What makes you jealous?

[kathmandu]

@AskNott

I’m envious of people who can easily walk into a new situation and act like they belong there.

I’m envious of this as well. I’m also envious of people who can effortlessly make small talk.

[salinqmind]

@Miss_Woodhouse

I’m jealous of people who have energy. How would it be to not be so tired all the time and not have to have my husband help me up the stairs every night? (yes, tested for thyroid issues. doc says it’s fine. yes, I exercise five days a week.)

I would also love to travel. I desperately want to visit Europe. I want so much to see the architecture and the cities and the people. We are barely making it money wise. I feel like I will never in my life actually have a need for a passport and that makes me very sad.

I do have many things in my life that I am grateful for, so when the jealousy monster rears it’s head, I have learned to squash it down.

(((sister!)))

What you said. I’m tired ALL the damn TIME! I have a cousin who, last Sunday, with her husband: went to church; the farmer’s market; visited a sick relative in another town; travelled to wine country for a tasting; came home and cooked out on the grill for a dozen people. All in one day! :eek: That was just Sunday. I would have come home from church and vegged on the couch watching Deadliest Catch all day. How do they do all that???

I, too, would love to travel. But we just don’t have the money. Yeah, yeah, I hear all about the cheap flights and the bargains out there, but it just ain’t in the cards. I’m not asking for a lot. I would love to walk on a beach by the ocean before I die, that’s all.

And yeah, having a warm, close, funny, supportive family would be nice. My brother, whom I love dearly, bugged out years ago, has all that with his wonderful wife and her big family, and their kids 1,000 miles away. What relatives that haven’t croaked and are still here are: ailing, old, crotchety, impoverished, certified mental cases, unable to even drive - or some combinations of all that. Sucks. No women to go shopping with, no nieces or nephews to take to the movies, no brother to come over and hang out with us, no family gatherings that don’t suck the will to live right out of me.

So, to sum it up: tired. stuck in the house. lonesome. Thanks for letting me whine.

(and yet I have just about everything I want, husband with a secure job, beautiful smart daughter, and I’m much better off in many ways than a lot of people.)

[Antigen]

I envy creative people. People who can pick up an instrument or a paintbrush or a pen and create something meaningful and beautiful.

I sometimes talk myself into thinking that maybe I have that in me somewhere, for writing, at least, but then I read over my posts and manage to talk myself right back out of it.