“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.

Regardless of political beliefs, why does anyone watch Bill O’Reilly?
UPDATE: Two weeks after surgery, I’m better; thanks for asking
Coming soon: Meet John Crispin, Demopublican for U.S. president
Snapshots of hurting people and broken families, but no resolutions
If online attack confirms your biases too nicely, it just might be a fake
My old fear of looking foolish is strong incentive to do good work
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend