“Have you seen Julie?” Matt asked me. “She’s pregnant and she’s sitting back there.”
Julie is a casual friend who got married last year. I don’t know her that well and I rarely see her. I had just walked into a restaurant for dinner Friday evening and an employee told me the news.
My first reaction was to express happiness for Julie and her husband, but I suddenly realized I felt something unexpected. My inner emotional mask slipped slightly and I felt … what was this?
Envy.
Instead of pure happiness for Julie — who will be a great mother, by the way — I felt something ugly in my gut. My heart felt cold and hard. There was a powerful hint of anger — self-directed? — and then I realized it was hard to put labels on the things I was feeling.

Why can it feel strange to lose homes we haven’t seen for years?
Little girl helped me figure out why I’m not attracted to her mom
If you don’t have a burden in life, you probably won’t achieve much
Is Paul Krugman serious or is this some kind of weird performance art?
For governance, ‘one size fits all’ is a bad idea — even if the ‘one size’ is your version of freedom
Is Herman Cain guilty of sexual misconduct? I wouldn’t be surprised
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
Free phone wasn’t worth keeping,
We like to think we’re complex, but personality gurus pegged me