So my lady has started feeding this bird. Bread crumbs. The infamous bird eats the bread, calmly, enjoying every single bit. I am limited to just stare at this offensive spectacle because the bird and the bread crumbs are out on the terrace and I am inside the apartment with the sliding glass door shut.
He doesn’t see me or he doesn’t care that I am so dangerously close to him. Not only does he eat bread that could be mine but he does it with such a care-free attitude that spins my well-balanced ego into the wrong direction.
My lady stares at the vulgar creature with a naive, almost stupid smile, basking in the enjoyment of the bird. Is she in love with the bird or what?
She can be in love with whoever she pleases but THE BREAD IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!
I know, I need to calm down. Boboni says I am envious and that I don’t know how to deal with someone else’s stardom and that I should read his post on this issue.
It took me a while to accept this situation. The most difficult part was getting started: accepting that I was in fact feeling envy. I despise envy and those who feel it. It’s such a low-rate emotion. Confessing that I’ve felt it has been a milestone for me in my endeavor to attain a spotless personality.
I am envious of the bird. I want his bread and the attention.
Wait a minute! I do have bread. My lady gives us a slice of bread after breakfast, another one after lunch and another one after dinner. As for attention, I do get lots of attention (this blog proves it). So what’s the deal with me? Why do I still want the bird’s bread when I have my share?
I wonder if too much bread is obstructing the pristine and efficient performance of my brain. Is that why my lady prefers wheat over white? I must ask her.
Let me know what you thoughts and experiences are with envy and whether you keep a low white bread diet.
In the meantime, if envy breaks in your fort, don’t surrender. Arm yourself with all the good things you’ve got and see whether you may be eating too much white bread.
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