the decade of envy

The twenties are this really interesting decade. It seems to be a time when we are pulled in several directions at once: the urge to explore and fuck around a little bit, sexually and otherwise, before settling down is contrasted with the urge to define yourself and immediately set out on defined career and relationship paths.
It's a confusing time, ya'll, and that only makes it even easier to participate in society's favorite women's sport: COMPARISON!

I've read a lovely quote before that states "comparison is the thief of joy," and I think it's a beautiful idea: without comparing our circumstances and efforts to others, we'd be a lot happier and appreciate of what we've got goin' on. But the minute we gaze at someone else's body or wardrobe or academic achievements, suddenly what we're doing seems a little musty, a little bit sad, just not enough. Envy is an extremely toxic emotion, especially if you're 20s, when everyone is striving and struggling to figure out what we want and how we can get it. The rubric for success is more amorphous than it was in college--you have literally thousands of paths before you--but makin' it is ever present on our minds.

Envy also involves a certain amount of illusion and assumptions. The interwebz only helps to fosters these illusions and assumptions; reading fashion blogs or looking at someone's social media representations, we only see the things that they want us to see. It's the photos where they look thin and are smiling and dressed oh-so-chicly in some wonderful location. A glance at these kinds of online statements can easily lead to assumptions about the kind of life the lead--glamorous, wealthy, easy, while we of course know the sometimes not so pretty reality of our own lives, which is often difficult, financially strapped, or unfulfilled. I myself am certainly guilty of constructing elaborate fantasy lives that I assign to people I barely know or know not at all, assuming how easy and charmed their lives must be on the basis of some beautifully shot Facebook photos or Instagram posts highlighting their international travels or impeccable wardrobe.

So how do we stop envy, in a world where it can be difficult to avoid these traps and in a decade where we're all struggling and trying to figure it out? Focus on what you've go goin' on. If you actually have things in your life that you can be truly, genuinely, really happy about, it'll be easier to not get wrapped up in how easy their life seems or how fast their metabolism is or how much money you think they have.

Are you a victim of envy sometimes, like I am? Or are you magically able to stay above that? And how do you do it?

Much love,
The Sheriff

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