jealousy
You know, facebook really brings about a lot of annoyance. It's not its fault, really. It's mine. The photo albums on there allow people to display their pictures for friends to see and for me to sometimes feel that disgusting twinge of jealousy.
Jealousy is really a disgusting feeling. For example, when I look at my primi's albums from UWC, I wonder if they had a better experience than I did, had more fun, took more advantage of opportunities. They may have. Obviously this "jealousy" is rooted in pre-existent questioning of my own experience...which was great but everything can always have been better.
The only way for my to prevent feelings like this is to....
...remind myself of my unique experience when I'm staring at someone else's. aka keep things in perspective
...remember that a person cannot do everything or be everwhere at once, which means you have to (I've had to) choose between experiences
...also remember that photos paint a glossy picture
...seize the moment I'm living in so that this experience does not become another opportunity for me to feel like I've missed out on something.
posted by Marielly @ 3:00 PM
4 Comments:
brava!! i couldn't agree more. love you. and keep those bad thoughts do a minimum, you could not possibly have done more in Duino, just different things and then the disabled dancer would not have met you, plus evertything else! you get my picture, yeah? Love you:)
Hahaha. Pictures on Facebook are hilarious. I'll bet your angst level actually matches the the stress level of selecting which pictures to a. keep on the memory card and b. put up on facebook.
oh, that was me btw.
-Em
Mariel,
This is a wonderfull blog,
Its true sometimes i think back and say, i wonder if they had more fun than me went to porto or rilke more times etc ect. I also think if i had done that more times, but the thing is, the irony is that its my experiences that make me long for more, so it means i must have had the most amaizing experience. Also its very very special to me cause those times i did go to Porto Rilke, spent time with you, those times are soo precious!
So the thing is i realised its pointless to even consider what if, cause everything happened the way it did so that you are where you are today and can think of the past in this way.
Lots of Love
Pancho
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