The song “I Still Get Jealous” by Nick Jonas is currently a guilty pleasure of mine. I always forget who sings it, but hopefully now that I’m referencing it in text, I’ll commit it to memory. Anyhow, the title reminds me of something I’m usually afraid of touching on. In the spirit of encouraging others to being braver with their writing abilities, I’d like to begin being braver with my own writing.
It’s an interesting concept. It’s typically viewed as a negative quality to have, but I can see both sides of the situation. I am a very jealous person when it comes to Nick with other girls, but I am not a jealous person when it comes to the “stuff” other people have. The difference? I value Nick greatly, but I don’t really care about “keeping up with the Joneses” (or the Kardashians, or whomever we’re supposed to be “keeping up with” these days).
Do I really think Nick would cheat on me with some other girl? No, not at all. I trust him. On the flip side, I know how some women can be and I don’t trust them to respect the relationship of a committed man. I know Nick is a great guy and any woman would be lucky to have him. He’s smart, funny, charming, sexy, creative, spontaneous, hardworking… The list goes on and on, trust me. I’m incredibly lucky. He’s a catch. But I’m pretty sure he thinks I am, too, so he’s not going to go elsewhere to find someone else. Plus he’s also faithful, reliable, and trustworthy in general. It doesn’t mean that paranoia and jealousy can kick in when a waitress is flirting with him or some cashier is laughing at his jokes. I’m only human, after all, and I admit it… I get jealous.
But jealous of “things”? Objects? Never. There are things I would like to have, but it’s not because another person has them. I would love a new living room set, but that’s just because our current one is uncomfortable. I don’t have to have it “right now” like a spoiled child, even though I know there are a lot of people who have new furniture. It makes no difference to me what other people have or don’t have. I have my own tastes, my own budget, my own possessions… And I couldn’t care less about what others have. People who are jealous of others, in my opinion, are just unhappy with who they are (and sometimes wish they were just more like those people) and covet others’ “things” because they think that’s going to make them happy or complete. Newsflash: the things people have don’t make them the type of people that they are.
So there you have it… Good jealousy and bad jealousy. Which category do you tend to fall under, or are you immune to the green-eyed monster?