We saw Banksy's Exit Through the Gift Shop the other night, and [regardless of the premise's veracity] I was all, "DAMN, I wish I could rip off an Andy Warhol ripoff and make $30,000 a pop."

I was somewhat jealous that my high school boyfriend's wife was pregnant with their second baby. They have a house together and a child and I live alone in an apartment with low ceilings and cat barf on the couch. Then she posted that she had a miscarriage and I felt bad :(

Somewhat jealous? No, in general I have a pretty good life. Greatly? Yes, of people in good health mentally and physically.
/downer Debbieorah

Generally, I don't have much to be jealous/envious of. A little bit of me, though, is very bothered that everyone around me seems to be having babies but there's something about me/mr alto that means we don't seem to be able to. Doctors don't know what's behind it. :(

Of course it isn't reasonable, or healthy, and I don't let it affect my actions, but: I am jealous of the person at work who "took" the promotion I wanted, and who is now also hanging out with my ex boyfriend.

I'm jealous of parents with healthy kids because mine has a significant disability. So I try really hard not to take all of the good things in my world for granted and I try to focus on all the great things there are about my kid, and there are many, instead of on what I don't have.

I try but I'm not always successful.

Hugs to altolinguistic ... I've so been there and it's very difficult. ((((((alto))))))

JL: That very thing happened to me in 2007 when I found out that my ex was dating the woman that the magazine hired after they fired me. And now they're married, and my jealous reaction then made him think I was/am crazy.

Let this be a lesson: Don't be the crazy ex.

I do get jealous of people for whom things seem to happen so easily. I feel like I've struggled all my life, and tried to be a nice person, and yet always get walked on/over. I have so many things in my life that make me happy, but I just wish some things were different.

Then again, if I didn't have hard times, then maybe I wouldn't appreciate what I do have, so maybe things really do happen for a reason.

Sidenote: altolinguistic, sounds "out there" but have you tried acupuncture? My brother's best friend and his wife struggled with "unexplained infertility" and as a last resort tried acupuncture, and she got pregnant with their son. Just an idea...

I am always jealous of seeing women on the Metro who look completely pulled together with perfect hair and manicured nails and wearing nice business-y clothes. And heels. I think I'd shoot myself if I wore heels on the Metro because I have to walk a while to get to the parking garage I use on one end. (I'm one of those people who never looks pulled together, no matter how much time I spend on that sort of crap.)

Pregnant women. People without chronic pain. People with perfectly organized homes. How's that for a crazy spectrum from Oh So Important to Totally Superficial?

Oh, that link is NSFW: strong language.

I'm jealous of tall, slim, beautifully groomed women who can wear heels. In other words, what sperose said.

I also get jealous of all the people who pull out their phones the minute the train goes overground to call their SOs to let them know they'll be home soon. I get lonely sometimes.

I tend to be envious of people who need to run an errand, so they just go DO it. Without having to go through the ordeal of finding someone to accompany them, give them a ride*, make sure they're okay walking around, or otherwise just do it for them.


*in my own damn car

I'm jealous of youthful beauty, but that's more vanity instead of true jealousy. I have experienced intense jealousy, but that seems to have fallen away.

Along with my youthful beauty.

I was envious of the sexual opportunities enjoyed by the players in the Super Bowl during their school days.

Those Caribbean ads. Oh, so jealous... And anyone with an iPad (I just may grab it out of your hands one of these days, though I'd actually wait for the G2).

And pretty feet. I wish I had dainty pretty little feet, instead of my flat, platapus, claw-nailed, cramp-prone dogs.

Everyone who is pregnant and having babies while I am high risk for ectopics and I made the decision to marry a man with a vasectomy who has two kids from a previous marriage but they live on the opposite side of the country and he's not involved in their life at all which means I'll never be either and my ex's new wife just had her 6th kid (the first with him) and I had to block them on Facebook because I can't stop thinking about how badly I wanted his babies and he wouldn't even touch me.

I can't spend a lot of time around small children because of this jealousy without mourning what I'll likely never have. So I spend a lot of time cooking with butter and heavy cream and running and running at the gym to be that woman downtown who is 110% put together in heels that everyone hates.

Oh wait you said mild jealousy. So. I'm jealous of photographers who have a viable business when I have a hard time getting clients even though my stuff is so much better.

Man, I'm seldom jealous. Of other people. I'm jealous of the other me all the time, the perfect version who lives in my head who gets how things works, can handle them, has a stable life free from self-loathing.

I'm not a competitive person. The only person I'm ever competitive with it myself.