Right now, I’m in a crazily fast-paced stage of life. Everyone’s getting acceptance letters, taking prestigious jobs or internships, traveling the world, celebrating anniversaries, running marathons, and diving into exciting new relationships.
If you’re single, not doing as well as you’d hoped in your career or education, or otherwise a little discouraged, it’s way too easy to be jealous of people who are doing big- or even small!-things. Even I, a model, philanthropist, and genetically perfect human being, often side with enviousness. It’s really hard not to.
I especially find this true with relationships. If I’m being frank, this summer has kind of sucked as far as men go. Each anniversary post I scroll past or grudgingly cute hand-holding I witness has me about to concede to the green monster. But, really, being happy for other people, even if you have to plaster a smile on your face when you feel like screaming, is far more constructive and healthy than jealousy could ever be.
(Note: Thank you to my cousin J, who helped me realize this during an hour and a half-long FaceTime session a week ago. ily.) I’m converted after J had told me about a rendezvous she had with a gentleman, let’s call him N, on the Fourth of July. N, whose family vacations in the same complex we stay in, and J met last summer at our annual family lake trip. Instantly, they hit it off. It’s cliché and stupid to say, but I’ll admit she was basically glowing when she was around him. He positively adores her and there was a palpable connection between the two. Then, I really didn’t care what she was up to because I was occupied thanks to the liquor, some good old fashioned family time, and a certain boy from the Lake State. But, this summer, after hearing about their reunion on the 4th, I was getting ready for jealousy to rear its ugly head.
Shocker…. it didn’t. At all. This is one of the first times I can remember being genuinely, wholly happy for a peer (so someone outside of my parents and brother.) Again, it sounds stupid to type, but I just love them and want the best for her. Tonight, I saw him walking her home and they just looked so happy. They looked like something out of a Nicholas Sparks movie, or one of those stock images for couples that they use to sell frames- see below. They make me want to believe in real, true love.
For as negative a person I am, their relationship has brought so much light into my life. It’s funny, because I usually hate relationships, and this one isn’t even mine!
I love you, N + J. I hope I can reference writing about this when I write the speech I’ll read at your wedding. (Yeah, I’m that convinced that they’re soulmates.)