So my friend Erin introduced me to a new term "facebook depression", and I am coming out to the world to say that I suffer from facebook depression. Not always, but occasionally I find myself looking at pictures of people I don't really know and becoming jealous of what they have. And I know envy is a horrible movie with Jack Black AND an unnecessary emotion but sometimes even the strongest will succumb to it. I am just fascinated by some people's lives, their giant homes look like Crate & Barrel exploded, their children are all rosy cheeked little cherubs, and every one of them had HUGE beautiful weddings AND they all looked like they were born from J. Crew or Banana Republic. Did I forget to take a class about how to be a grown up? Nobody told me! So I asked a few bonifide grown ups that I know and have come to the following conclusion, everyone is massively in debt and not talking about it. That and their husbands are sleeping with the neighbor's pool boy.
I am not one of the people who likes to keep up appearances, like this is me and I don't really care what you think. But sometimes, just sometimes...I think wouldn't it be nice to have a nice home and wear khakis a lot. Then I realize I am quite content and I have a very nice life, it's just hard to live with someone who is very verbal about money and debt and forces me to think about it daily. But I work very hard and sometimes I think its perfectly fine to treat myself, I don't want to work and work and work and then realize I am 75 and I would really like to treat myself but I can't because I have a bum hip and just want to stay in and watch Matlock.