I’m not jealous, because I am happy for him, but I am envious of the way he can walk on water and always lands on his feet.
He’s generally a very lucky person, he had an amazing childhood (okay I probably do get a bit jealous of that one), he’s had and has amazing jobs and things in general just seem to go right for him. Whereas my life has been one big
duck up (apart from our relationship).
I’m a really positive laid back person most of the time and yet all the
tit just tends to land me and nothing ever goes quite to plan. I feel a bit like that song, “why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was 17?”
so yeah, I guess sometimes I wish I could trade places with him, just to have the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders. He actually doesn’t care that I don’t have an amazing job and that I don’t earn loads and that my family are nuts, but I do.