It ain't pretty. Especially on me.
Because I wear it like a maxi dress. It consumes me head to toe.
So what am I jealous about?
And I mean everything.
But I'm especially jealous that I'm not going to a Blogging conference with all my blogging and writing buddies.
I want to go so bad I even tried to find a free ticket from some poor soul that can't go and would take pity on me at the last minute. Nevermind that the conference is in San Diego - which is not exactly around the corner from SF, and it's over two days, which would mean I would need a place to sleep and shower. And of course I have no budget for any of that.
It's killing me.
Everyone is BlogHer this and BlogHer that.
I want to tell them all to zip it, to stop going on and on about the Tori Burch sandals you ordered at the last minute that are getting shipped to you, or the fun you're going to have at the Clever Girls rock star party. I had a ticket and had to give it up because they have a waiting list a mile long for people that ARE going to BlogHer.
I have had it with being unemployed and broke. It really doesn't work for me.
It's not fun.
Something has to change before I implode.
A kid would cry and have a hissy fit. I'm sulking inside, rolling my eyes at all the happy tweets and ignoring all the pre-event posts.
How do you deal with jealousy?