Very Jealous

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Well, I'm a very jealous and unsatisfied person, due to my AS disorder, yes DISorder!!


I'm jealous of plain-looking people, who are happy with who they are. I'm jealous of smart, witty, observant people (I should just dye my hair blonde so I can fit the airhead stereotype better)
I'll even admit how much I'm jealous of males. I think I should have been born one, so I can have more logic over emotion. I equally envy homosexual females for the same reason.
I hate people who are born between Capricorn-Virgo, because I'm convinced Libras are wimpy losers.
And I am convinced, if there is something right with pathetic, aspie me, there is something WRONG!! !!

I honestly cannot live another day!

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Last edited by Spokane_Girl on 27 Nov 2008, 2:50 pm, edited 1 time in total.

I don't think I have ever felt jealous of anyone for whatever reason.

s**t, I can definitely identify with this. I kind of wonder though if knowing that I have AS has something to do with it.

For a long time I hadn't been diagnosed. I knew there was something off about me but I had hope to improve whatever "it" was. Since this DX, I think maybe I've let it get to me instead of try and look outside of it.

Crap I wish I could help b/c that's exactly the way I feel about people if I was only smart, productive, or at least content with myself then there wouldn't be so much of this envy with other people. I'm sure other people may not always be aware of the talents you see in them. I know my sister isn't and I've always envied her. I even brought it up to her and she wasn't aware that she was pretty or smart. I think out of the good...at least it made her feel better. But I know what you're saying.

I know how you feel!

You know what I don't like? Seeing happy couples and feeling pain because I'm single. I mean, if they're happy, and there's nothing seriously wrong with me, then I shouldn't feel bad, so... why the pain?

In my experience, men are NOT, in fact, more logical than females. As far as I can tell, everyone is guided more by emotions than by logic, with the possible exception of those with AS. The stereotype of women being emotional or hysterical or unable to think rationally is complete and utter bullcrap.

Well, obviously. I know more rational women.

Yes... I know that I ought to be glad for them and grateful for all the friendships I enjoy, including with women, but part of me is not that reasonable.

Last term I was REALLY jealous of this girl in my class who seems to have it all. I acted like a total b***h, in fact. Then my "friend" told her sister things I'd said, who then told the girl what I said. The moment this happened, the jealousy vanished completely, which was a great relief. But I haven't spoken to the "friend" since, for numerous reasons.

There's no need to feel jealous of people, I'm sure you have lots of traits that THEY wish THEY had! You might not know it, but other people do.

I am jelous of people who have friends, girlfriends, companions.... Something that has made me very upset is when the people i know stab me in the back... no detail... Ideally I just want someone to say "Hey, you are goinmg to be OK"

Well, I have survived nine years or so of emerging from a difficult betrayal (I must candidly acknowledge that some of the guilt for that time attaches to me as well). Through the grace of God I have at least matured enough to be able to continue friends with the object of my affection when it transpires that we cannot become sweethearts. Being able to talk about common interests like history helps; one can have mutual enjoyment

The latest object of my affections is a lovely girl from Church whom I have known for years (we both go to the traditional Holy Communion service at quarter to nine in the morning on Sundays and are easily the youngest there so avoidance is not much of an option) called Laura, whom I am honoured to call friend. She has lovely subdued reddish brown hair and greenish blue eyes, is generally quiet but has a wicked sense of humour that I suspect not all her acquaintances know about (I remember once years back for some reason we seemed to end up discussing in succession Mordred, Macbeth, Richard III, Cardinal Richelieu, Robespiere, Stalin and Hitler (but she's the nicest girl, honest ; I, on the other hand have been manipulated from childhood by probably the same demons who have cut such a swathe through history - I suspect they wish me to become the False Prophet, the Harbinger of the Beast - not the Antichrist her/himself, just as John the Baptist was not the Messiah; but the one who will lure the majority of humanity into the false religion of the Adoration of the Beast during the End Times, which have been long postponed and will be considerably shortened, both due to the merciful compassionate grace of the Ancient of Days, Sovereign Lord of Time and Eternity, the King of the Ages and Creator of the Worlds, but will still be such a time as to make the 1550s, 1790s and 1940s seem like the tormenting of a schoolyard bully - we must prepare by strengthening the things that remain).

With the help of the grace of God I am striving to resist their dastardly designs, seeking instead to follow my Master, Yeshua of Nazareth the Anointed Word Incarnate, in becoming a Man of Constant Sorrows, like Olorin/Mithrandir (Gandalf) learning pity and patience.

Insurmountable moral and practal obstacles seem to keep intervening to prevent my romantic union; one might easily be tempted to subscribe to my father's favoured theory of the Conspiracy.

If I did, then it's not worth the envy.

i do get jealous of people sometimes.
people that are smarter, more confident, have more money.

as for the whole star sign thing, i don't believe in judging a person on their star sign.

I don't feel jealousy much or very often.

I used to be jealous of my younger sister. She was the skinny Canadian white girl, without the accent. It's always seemed that my parents favoured her over me. I would have ran away to London, the summer that I was 12, and my parents probably wouldn't have noticed,by the way that they were talking to me. I've joked around a lot, that summer by calling my kid sister an English pig, as I pigged out and fantasized about London.

That's an amazing story. I'd love to read about your life.