Every Man For Herself

I work at a gym. And every day I see this little silver sports car drive up at the same time, and every time the same girl steps out. 5 feet 3 inches. Less than 130 pounds. Top layer of hair - bleach blonde. Lower layer - pitch black. Short shorts. The usual. I see her and cringe. She walks in and I greet her as page two of the “Front Desk Employee Manual” instructs. She responds by flashing her pearly whites which equal my car in worth. She non-chalantly passes by the fifteen or so twenty-whatever year old guys with more muscle than common sense stare at her. And I think to myself, “God I don’t like her”.

I never understood how immature I was until this moment. I have absolutely no reason to not like her. She’s always been polite. She’s never done anything to personally harm me, emotionally or physically. Never said a vile word about me (I hope). Never injured me. Never stole a guy I may have liked. Nothing. Yet I find that she controls my attitude until she hops off of the elliptical machine.

Jealousy is human nature. Every single person experiences it at some point. But when we let jealousy cloud our judgement we turn into something worse than human. We evolve into monsters. We change into villains. We become stocky brunettes sitting at a desk in a gym.

So let me tell you something. Its not worth it. What benefit do we as humans get from judging others? In what way does it help us evolve into the mature adults our parents have attempted to make us? How on earth does wishing to look like someone else help us improve on our own self worth? The answer to all of these questions is simple - jealousy helps nothing.

Essentially what I’m telling you is this - don’t be like me. Don’t dread the 130 pound princess. Instead, be happy with the person you are. Because if you like yourself, chances are others will too. Regardless of being blonde, brunette, or both.

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