“But you are here now.” April tries to crack a joke, wanting to diffuse some tension. But look at her. Her lips are smiling impishly, yet she is teary-eyed. Gosh, that’s why I love this girl.
“If you feel really bad, why don’t you spill some of your secrets?”
I’m bracing for a sad recounting of some trauma she endured in adolescence when she abruptly says, “I’m easily prone to envy.”
“You get jealous of people?”
“Believe me, I don’t want to feel this way, but it’s just an automatic, visceral reaction. It just happens without me consciously thinking about it, like whenever I walk by hotter girls or when I’m introduced to snobbish people with corporate jobs in one of those sleek skyscrapers.”
“Does that bother you?”
“I don’t understand why it hurts me so much to see other people happy. I feel so small.”
Jealousy…this happens to be an issue I’ve long wrestled with.
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Millennial's Monologue: Secret Dramas in Our Hearts & Souls
Non-FictionREAL LIFE STORY: I was a stereotypical high achiever in an Ivy League school who got suspended for plagiarism; April was a sweet girl who worked in a high-end prostitution ring. We were both in our early twenties when we became friends. A perfect...
