Little Green Monsters
I'm a jealous guy, not sure if I've admitted it before on here, I probably have, but I'm too lazy to search back and know for sure. But I'll admit it again now, I'm a jealous guy. Very jealous. It doesn't always show too often, I'm not proud of my jealousy, so I conceal it, let it eat me away inside, you know, the healthy stuff. :)
One of the flaws picked up from my overly "fair" mother is my desire for fairness. Don't give me the same job as someone else, and then pay me less. I will find a way to even things out, I'm a master at that.
Of course, where the jealousy kicks in is in relationships, and my desire for fairness in them. For some silly reason I take it personally if I'm not treated like everyone before me. If the last guy was greated at the door with his pipe and slippers, damnit, I want to be greated at the door with my pipe and slippers too. And if you wiped the last guy's butt, damnit, I need mine wiped too, I don't care if he was in a coma, equality is key!
I know we do different things for different people and each situation has different contributing factors, but in the world in my head sometimes, I fail to see the difference.
And that my friends, is one of my few flaws. And I do mean few.
2 Comments:
I think it is hard to treat new relationships just that, a new relationship. They aren't going to be the same, they aren't going to do the same things for you even though you like you ass wiped, and flowers brought to you on a weekly basis. If relationships were all repeated themselves, we would repeat the same life and cycle crappy relationships every 4-8 years. Sometimes I wish Scott was Larry, but Larry was gay, and hence my "girlfriend" who talked to me, took me shopping, and brought me flowers all the time. Scott loves me just as much, but he shows it in different ways; and I should be thankful. So be thankful for what you have, cause you don't want recycled crap!
I am EXTREMELY happy for what I have, that is for sure. Nothing recycled and nothing crap at all!
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