"A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything.
Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.
Just be happy."
- Billy Hufsey
I got that from my good friend Billy Hufsey. He's my friend...on facebook. And he "pokes" me a lot. He also starred on "FAME" and is the one and only James Maslow's manager or agent or something... Yeah...we're friends. BFFS. Biffles. Besties.....Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little....
Sorry...off topic. Back to the quote:
While I mostly agree with it, I must admit that I do have my moments of jealousy. GASP!! Shocker. I know, but they tend to be a little more like this..."I wish I had that much money so I could drive a car like that." "I wish my hair was that long and shiny." "I wish I could wear leggings as pants." (That last one's not true. I don't think anyone should wear leggings as pants.) But I do think it's normal to be jealous...to a point. It's when someone confuses their own jealousy with criticism and hatefulness is when it becomes a real problem.
Don't get me wrong, I can dish out my fair share of criticism, and, I'll admit, sometimes it's jealousy. Sometimes I don't understand how someone can manage to get every single thing they want...like they just snap their fingers and it happens. It annoys me...but I'm jealous, too. I want that super power!! When I should say, "Wow, they're really blessed and they must work really hard...", I'm guilty of saying, "they must have sold their soul to the devil!!" I am guilty of jealousy. Everyone is, but....
Come on. Admit it. It's annoying when someone gets everything they want.
That being said, I feel some people feel that way about me...and for whatever reason, don't like me...just tolerate me. And I want to set the record straight....
I'm spoiled (always have been). My kids are spoiled. I'm sorry if we "annoy" you. I'm sorry that my husband takes good care of me and allows me to have nice things and not work outside the home. I'm sorry that my kids are good kids and the one teen I have so far, takes honors classes, gets good grades, has good friends, and makes good choices. (Don't worry, I have 2 more to screw up).
But I don't get everything I want. I really want a pool. I really want a remodeled kitchen and bathrooms and doors that match throughout the whole house. I really want an Audi. I really want a house on Catalina Island. I really want a lot of things....I really want you to just like me for who I am.
I don't know what I ever did to you. If memory serves, I've always been nice and generous.
I rack my brain constantly to try to figure it out, and I've got nothing...nothing except jealousy.
So guess what...I'm done caring. I'm sorry your life sucks. Despite how you feel about me, I will continue to be nice and friendly. I'm not going to change how I treat you and you're not going to change how you treat me. I will be nice to you, and you will be nice to my face, and talk about me behind my back and pick me apart trying to find anything and everything wrong with me. And I won't care.
The more I think about it...now I just feel sorry for you....
Have a nice day...
