“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.

You never know when someone needs a hug — to know you care
Existing biases dictate how you see grand jury decision in Ferguson, Mo.
Does this look like a child abuser? Voters must not have thought so
No loneliness worse than being with others, but not the right one
We won’t be free until politicians lose power to control the Internet
How does modern culture escape ‘little boxes made of ticky tacky’?
Need for certainty is an internal tyranny that leads to the wrong path
We need loving communities so we can know, ‘You’re not alone’
DC hypocrites act like spoiled kids on playground by pointing fingers