What makes you jealous and how do you deal with it?
Ooooh, dear. Time for me to rant on and on and on about something absolutely no one here will give a damn about. But, remember, you asked.
In high school I was always seen walking around the school grounds with my best friend Bernadette, no matter what. Well, I don't actually know for a fact that we were seen, but I know that we always walked around together. We took pretty much the same classes, and were so alike. There was a whole group of us, but Bernadette and I were so close, just because we had so much to talk about. Granted, I did most of the talking. I always wondered why she never spoke with such enthusiasm about all the things I was so passionate about. I assumed she was too.
Yes, I was blind.
Anyway, Bernadatte always made sure I was with her when she went to parties and always made sure she was with me when I went places and stuff. We always stuck up for each other, and trust me, it resulted in quite a few catfights in the hallways. One thing Bernadatte always insisted on, though, was that she had her makeup kit handy at all times.
Well, anyway, as study and work became more important coming up to the end of the term, I was concerntrating more and more on my work and ... I sound like a geek, don't I? Whatever. I got my degree.
Anyhow, I failed to notice some things involving Bern. Firslty, somewhere along the line, she'd aquired herself a boyfriend. Now that made me jealous. She had a boyfriend and I didn't. She had something I didn't. Also, I wasn't going to be able to spend much time with her anymore. She had to spend more time with him. She told me that it wouldn't matter, as I was so caught up in my studies. That annoyed me. In fact, it pissed me off. I yelled at her.
That's what jealousy does to me. It makes me insane completely catty. It also causes me to loose things that are important to me. After that fight we never spoke again, and my other friends informed me of a few things: Bernadette hated everything she pretended to love so much. I have no idea why she pretended to like them. To be friends with me? I can't see why she'd want to be my friend, anyway. Maybe she was that insecure? No idea. Also, she was a bit of cow, which explained the random catfights in the hall that occured weekly.
So, by the end of that year, I had lost my best friend, lost any hope of a boyfriend and also, according to my marks, lost any hope of a future. That figured itself out, though.
That's what jealousy does to me. Looking back, I don't appear to deal with it very well, do I?
In high school I was always seen walking around the school grounds with my best friend Bernadette, no matter what. Well, I don't actually know for a fact that we were seen, but I know that we always walked around together. We took pretty much the same classes, and were so alike. There was a whole group of us, but Bernadette and I were so close, just because we had so much to talk about. Granted, I did most of the talking. I always wondered why she never spoke with such enthusiasm about all the things I was so passionate about. I assumed she was too.
Yes, I was blind.
Anyway, Bernadatte always made sure I was with her when she went to parties and always made sure she was with me when I went places and stuff. We always stuck up for each other, and trust me, it resulted in quite a few catfights in the hallways. One thing Bernadatte always insisted on, though, was that she had her makeup kit handy at all times.
Well, anyway, as study and work became more important coming up to the end of the term, I was concerntrating more and more on my work and ... I sound like a geek, don't I? Whatever. I got my degree.
Anyhow, I failed to notice some things involving Bern. Firslty, somewhere along the line, she'd aquired herself a boyfriend. Now that made me jealous. She had a boyfriend and I didn't. She had something I didn't. Also, I wasn't going to be able to spend much time with her anymore. She had to spend more time with him. She told me that it wouldn't matter, as I was so caught up in my studies. That annoyed me. In fact, it pissed me off. I yelled at her.
That's what jealousy does to me. It makes me insane completely catty. It also causes me to loose things that are important to me. After that fight we never spoke again, and my other friends informed me of a few things: Bernadette hated everything she pretended to love so much. I have no idea why she pretended to like them. To be friends with me? I can't see why she'd want to be my friend, anyway. Maybe she was that insecure? No idea. Also, she was a bit of cow, which explained the random catfights in the hall that occured weekly.
So, by the end of that year, I had lost my best friend, lost any hope of a boyfriend and also, according to my marks, lost any hope of a future. That figured itself out, though.
That's what jealousy does to me. Looking back, I don't appear to deal with it very well, do I?