In some ways, it is better not to be good than nearly good (but not good enough). When you are not good, people don’t mind, and you can just accept the fact that there are other things in life. When you are nearly good, you are constantly reminded of how you are nearly good- but not good enough. The world cannot accept you as being nearly good (but not good enough)- they tell you to stop being so dramatic, that of course you know you’re good enough, to think of those doing worse than you. Who are those people, to tell me I’m doing well? I am not. I may be nearly good- but I am not, and will never be, good enough. I am constantly reaching for something just out of my grasp; all around me, I can see others achieving what will never be mine.
It’s hard, being nearly good.
Jealousy
To say I’m jealous of her is not quite true. Sure, I’m jealous- but nor because of you, not because it’s you who likes her. I’m jealous because I cannot see anyone talking about me the way you talk about her- I cannot even imagine someone saying that I’m perfect, or beautiful, or even just pretty. I just want someone, who will love me unconditionally in some form; not because they have to, but because they want to. That’s what I am jealous of.
Jealousy
To say I’m jealous of her is not quite true. Sure, I’m jealous- but nor because of you, not because it’s you who likes her. I’m jealous because I cannot see anyone talking about me the way you talk about her- I cannot even imagine someone saying that I’m perfect, or beautiful, or even just pretty. I just want someone, who will love me unconditionally in some form; not because they have to, but because they want to. That’s what I am jealous of.