“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.

I don’t know how to fix race issues, but anger at race-baiters won’t help
‘Resisting arrest’? When police have wrongly invaded your home?
Watching kids on a Friday night reminds me of struggle to belong
Chick-fil-A boycott misguided; tolerance has to run both ways
Shock merger: Democrats, GOP to join in creating new ‘super party’
Freedom matters more than safety, even if you can’t see that
When I feel too much ambition, my ego has gotten too inflated
Only through death of empires can something new take their places
Maturity sees world’s ugliness with more melancholy than anger