|Actually, I'll take both the orange and fuschia, please. And the red. That khaki one looks like it belongs to someone who is colorblind and also can't smell. Source.|
One of my profs in grad school was talking about how she and her partner were almost done renovating their library WHICH HAD A WHEELED LADDER AND BALCONY and I was disconsolate for days.
I still get twitchy thinking about it.
The nice thing about my envy issues is that, excepting the whole bookshelves thing, I tend to be very OOOOOH LOOK OVER HERE, SHINY OBJECT about envy and jealousy.
Like with the Birkin Bag. If I'm thinking about it, I get the gut wrench seething hatred and desire [seething hatred for the person who has the object I desire]. But that moment will pass, or something will capture my attention [hence the SHINY OBJECT] and I'm distracted by day to day life or something funny people will say or do or the fact that I have yet another PTA meeting to go to [are these kids in school ALL YEAR LONG? What is this? Japan?], and so my jealousy that other people get pornographic spammers commenting on their blogs will go away and I'll just start --- Wait, did you see that pretty flower growing over there?
I have to go.