The Jelly Green Giant…
My notoriously threshold that is high the tauntings associated with the Jelly Green Giant we call envy has become a supply of nonchalant pride, enabling us to casually coast through hot females striking back at my girlfriends, a few available relationships, and social networking saturated breakups.
I’d merely check always my perfect manicure, send a Tweet, and sashay away.
It has all abruptly changed. Blame it on my quickly approaching birthday that is thirtieth possibly some repressed bullshit, but i’ve discovered myself stricken by jealousy with my present partner. My partner is really a fantasy and provides me personally no explanation to doubt their love and devotion, yet I’ve caught myself several times now operating the jealousy triathlon of comparing myself to other people, paranoid projection, therefore the dreaded stomach dropping unwell.
