Main Entry: jeal·ous
Pronunciation: \ˈje-ləs\
Function: adjective
1 a: intolerant of rivalry or unfaithfulness b: disposed to suspect rivalry or unfaithfulness
2: hostile toward a rival or one believed to enjoy an advantage
3: that feeling I have as I listen to Joe snore on the sofa and watch Rusty and Tonya both curled up in little kitty-balls as they dream about mice or tuna or bubbles
Why is everyone in the world sleeping? Except me...
What simple thing do you find yourself a bit jealous of today?
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13 comments:
I couldn't sleep last night either, Cate. I wasn't feeling good, so I watched Rosanne and How'd You Get So Rich, because nothing else was on...
...and Joan Rivers made me feel even worse and I swear I had nightmares...
D:<
Do simple people count? I'm jealous of them, because I am rather complicated.
people who can cook really awesome shit like bread.
because their mom did that kind of stuff with them instead of just yelling "make me a cup of tea, andy" all the time.
BAH!
andy
I'm jealous of my husband, as well. He got to spend 4 days in Boston for his second annual "man's trip" and none of my friends will go on vacation with me. Ironically, it's because their husbands are jealous.
People who can run, jump rope, and frankly, just sit on a couch without crippling, blinding BACK PAIN! And I don't crab about it, because I remember hearing after JFK died (yes, I am THAT old) that he had constant back pain from his WWII injuries. He never complained or got crabby, apparently... Anyhoo...
I'm jealous [all the time] of people who have boundless energy and make good use of their time. I'm jealous of people who live well-ordered lives and make it appear effortless.
Is that simple?
They make it LOOK simple.
That's my point.
And I'm jealous.
Since I'm still feeling stabby, right now I'm jealous of pretty much EVERYONE.
But mostly? Simplicity in general. A simple life. Lack of drama. Just... being able to LIVE life, instead of fighting to live it.
Ugh, maybe I've progressed from stabby to weepy?
I'm Jealous of busy people. I don't do anything or go anywhere. I am jealous of the people who have places to go and people to see.
I'm most jealous of those of you who don't have to report to school at O-Dark-30 tomorrow morning. The merry-go-round starts again...
I'm jealous of ladies with flat stomachs- firms butts and toned muscles.
Also of anyone whose slice of pie or cake is larger than mine. I've got problems.
The people who look so perfect in everything they wear, and make it seem so effortless.
The people who have a goal and, unlike me, actually GO FOR IT instead of hiding away from it in fear of failure.
Ugh.
I was jealous that my daughter came home wearing her first training bra and my mother-in-law got to buy it for her.
i'm jealous of women who don't have to put any solid effort into looking put together. it's like they were born that way and that just sucks. for me.
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