It was just a few minutes after 11 p.m. when I put Lucy’s leash on her and we headed outside for our late-night walk.
Before I even got outside, I heard unexpected noise. It sounded like people laughing. They were loud. I felt annoyed.
When I opened the front door and stepped outside with Lucy, I realized that my young next-door neighbor had a group of people over. I don’t know how many. I saw at least six extra cars.
They were at the back of the house — possibly in the back yard right next to mine — and they were loud enough that I could hear them talking and laughing all the way to the street in front of our houses. I felt mildly angry.
“He shouldn’t be having this kind of loud party this late,” I thought, “especially on a weeknight.”
As I silently walked down the street with Lucy, I kept hearing their laughter. And then it hit me why I felt angry.
They were happy. I’m not. And I felt jealous of them.