There comes a point, when admiring one’s friends and their happiness and well-being, that one ceases to be happy for one’s friends and begins to be unhappy for oneself.
Or, to put it in the vernacular: Damn, I’m jealous.
That is all.
There comes a point, when admiring one’s friends and their happiness and well-being, that one ceases to be happy for one’s friends and begins to be unhappy for oneself.
Or, to put it in the vernacular: Damn, I’m jealous.
That is all.
Wow.. I’ve never heard that laid out so that it makes that much sense.
I’m glad I’m not the only one that happens to.