“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.

Inner alarm is louder every day; big changes must come to my life
Insanity is part of being human – and we’re all potentially unstable
If you participate in sham of voting, you’re responsible for what it creates
Things you do in life determined by who you decide you want to be
Rhetoric about freedom means nothing without right to secede
Goodbye, Thomas (1994-2012)
Rand Paul shows you can fight the system or join it — but not both
What if people don’t really care about understanding each other?