anxious

I hate that I feel unhappy when you tell me of things that you enjoy. What is it, anger at undeserved pride? Fear of inferiority? Jealousy (the you-can't-have-what-is-mine sort)? I know I must stop feeling entitled, or superior by default, I must stop, must. Am I neurotic? I am too tightly-strung. I must learn not to fear obscured malice when all you are doing is sharing the things you love!