Funny how the people that know very little about you have the most to say
People talk. People observe. It is part of human nature. We are constantly analyzing one another, staring each other up and down, and figuring out who our competition is. This is normal behavior, because we were designed to compete against one another, and the best way to win is to figure out how to beat your rivalry. There is nothing wrong with wanting to compete, but there is something wrong with tearing each other apart. It is harmful, demeaning and flat out mean.
Normally the people want that to play the role of the tiger aka the one that wishes to tear others down with their claws in order to bestow their anger upon them are the ones that lack self-love, or they envy their prey. These are the types of people that enjoy saying ridiculous remarks about the people they know absolutely nothing about. They try to pick them apart in hopes of building themselves up and usually it is because of jealousy.
I cannot stand these types of people and whenever I come across one I try to find the nearest exit sign to get away from them. They are deceitful, angry and miserable. They will never find true happiness and will only try to drag you down with them, you cannot save them, let them fall into their own holes and dont be the hand to help them out. They never learn. You cannot save anyone, only we can save ourselves.
With that being said if I ever meet anyone and my radar signal goes off I never talk to them again. I will drop them just like that and will not even blink an eye, I choose to surround myself with happy, secure, genuine people not toxic, miserable assholes.
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What do you wish you had more of? Money..right? Am I wrong? Your life seems complete, you have a decent job, a car that runs, good health and a loving family, but you do not have a gigantic house, a car so new you can taste the paint on your tongue, or enough time to travel the world without worrying about not being able to pay your electric bill. Most of us want more money, because we were conditioned to desire wealth. There is nothing wrong about loving money, after all that is what pays our bills and for some grants a more adequate life style than those less fortunate. The underlying issue here is greed. Humans have a poor habit of getting what they want, than craving more and in an excess amount. There is nothing wrong with having a big house, chances are if you can afford one you worked hard to get it only jealous people will pick apart your character. There IS a problem when you believe you are superior to others, because of your extra Benjamin Franklin’s in your bank account. There IS a problem when you want ten big houses, because you are not satisfied with one or two. There is also a problem when you become wealthy, and are not willing to help those in need. Always remember there are those less fortunate than yourself…and the rich person will ignore them but the wealthy person will help them.
Yesterday, I turned 25 and it hit me that my age no longer rounds down to 20 but to 30 EEEEK! When you are a child all you ever wanted to do was act older, because being a child was just that horrible. I mean footsie pajamas, cartoons, thinking there little people inside of the radio speakers putting music on in the car, and lame sitcoms consumed most of my days. Pretty terrible huh? Than you turn into a teenager, a hormone raged, insecure angry version of your once adorable self. You have no identity yet so you try and form one but its difficult, because you want to be an individual yet you want to fit in. You want the perfect body, the perfect boyfriend, the best grades and to be voted best hair. It became quite easy to resent the people that actually possessed these traits, perpetuating you to feel some teenage angst towards these “perfect” people.
You know what I wish I could have told my teenage self? Who you are in high school does not define who you are as a human being. There were peers I despised, I mean would have loved to punch them in the face and break their nose because they were either rude, or flat out annoyed me. Many of them grew up and evolved into great adults. Good for them.
Amy Pohler posts videos on YouTube giving people advice- one video was dedicated to jealousy, and how in the beginning you need to accept the fact that you are jealous of someone. Than she goes on to explain that you cannot succeed in life by hating on others success, and she is right. She said we should be happy for one another. Now I know there are some people I will never be happy for, and unfortunately sometimes I go snooping at their Facebook accounts and laugh at their lame lives, because I consider them mediocre. Somehow they morphed into an average fat American, with a few drooling babies, and a job. I smile to myself because I knew that lame face when they were attractive, arrogant and rude.
I am 25 now, this is a foolish way to think. Pohler made me realize that in order for me to accomplish my goals, I must feel happy for people and not duel on the past. This year I am going to meet ALL of my damn goals. 1: Finish my first Young Adult book 2. Get an article published on the Huffington Post 3. Get into Law School 4. Make better YouTube videos! 6. Get into excellent shape, instagram has inspired me to work out and eat healthier! What are your goals?
*I do not own the image below thought it was funny because it correlates with the topic of jealousy.
Growing up I was often victimized by the mean girls, and boys at school. I was awkward, incredibly bright, and without a doubt an ugly duckling. Throughout my adolescence I experienced peers calling me everything from ugly, to scrutinizing the size of my nose, and only wanting to befriend me, because I was intelligent. I used to be extremely insecure, I used to despise my own reflection, and wanted the popular kids to like me. I remember I let guys say some messed up shit to me when I was a teenager, because I did not like myself! Ugh. As an adult, I would tell these losers off so fast it would make their head spin! I can honestly say, I LOVE MYSELF. It took a while, but you know what? I am the pick of the litter, and so are most women, they just need to learn to see it with their own two eyes. The majority of mean girls and boys do not go anywhere in life. They get fat, and live mediocre lives. You know Tom Hanks was a weirdo in high school? You know Stephen Speilberg was made fun of in high school because he was odd, and creative? Kesha was poked fun at because she was “fat”, and when she told her peers I am going to be a rock star, they laughed. Kurt Cobain was also bullied because he was so thin. Brilliant people are usually punched down a couple of times, because the mean girls and boys are too dumb to comprehend their minds. If you are currently a target for these dip shits, remember one thing, those bullies are targeting you because there is something you have that they dont. Don’t let them get to you, and if someone is putting you down give it right back to them, you watch how fast they shut up once the tables are turned.