“Facebook Envy” should be an entry in the DSM-V because it’s a real malady and I’m prone to it.…like at least 3 times a day.
I read somewhere (probably on Facebook) the most envied things were vacation pictures. But fortunately, I am always happy when people get to go to favorite, new, or faraway places that I’m cheering them on.
My envy hobbyhorses are perfectly flat tummies, smooth necks, and book deals. Envy is a terrible thing; it robs us of our own happiness.
I also forget the people I envy—like me—probably just post the really grand things that happen. The happiest outings, the best scores at thrift stores and—like me—douse their pictures in Photoshop tweaks. It’s still easy to get carried away with my imagination and assume everyone else has the perfect life with a perfect relationship and the perfect career.
Once upon a time I would be angry with those other people and the envy would turn into resentment. Resentment the famous poison you drink hoping the other person dies.
I can catch myself starting to feel that ugly place grow in my chest and arrest it remembering no one has the absolute easy life. Cheering them on feels a lot better than grinding my teeth. Plus it’s easier on my teeth but hell on my crows feet because I’m smiling more when I’m not plagued with the green monster.