Jealousy and Fear

I’ve been looking for – and finding – a shitload of inspiration out here in the Internets. Lots of amazing, talented, gifted writers who blow me away in 500 words or 4000 words of whatever. Fiction, non-fiction, blogs. I’ve even found one writer who is currently being celebrated while I think she’s just kind of bitchy. One of her adoring fans, a fledgling writer, asked her how to deal with jealousy, and she responded that the girl didn’t have enough experience yet to be jealous. WTF. Jealousy is jealousy. It’s illogical and irrational and shitty and you can’t help the way you feel. That’s what makes it so awful. “Hey there, green monster. It’s not time for you yet! Wait until I’ve sweated and toiled for 10 years and gotten nowhere. Then come back for only then I shall be worthy of harboring jealous thoughts.” Get over yourself, already. And stop making women feel like their feelings aren’t valid. That’s not cool. It’s like eating your young.

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hiding

I used the excuse that I hadn’t brought a lunch to leave work and come home.  “Be back later in time to pick up the rental car for my trip to KC!” I said cheerfully, as I breezed out the door.

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Get over it

I’m sitting in the auto mechanic waiting room while the Zoemobile is being inspected.  Nothing like waiting until the last day of the month to get my license plates renewed, but whatever.

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