unsafe containers is the topic today to write about. I hate to admit that jealousy is something I have difficulty containing.
I am better than I used to be but it does continue to creep up on me unexpectedly. Green is a good color for it. I am not a big green
fan although I like green on trees and plants where it should be. I don’t own anything green. Who am I jealous of that is a good question. Again I hate to admit. Well of course it would be other women that I deem more attractive or younger than myself. Isn’t that always the way. I am getting old enough now that I tend not to be jealous of very young women. I am out of the running there so in a way that has freed me up somewhat. Less to be jealous of. It seems so petty and a waste of energy to be jealous. I really hate that about myself so I have been working on it, this weakness of mine. I am trying to embrace all of those beautiful women and there are a lot of them that is why it does not really make sense to be jealous of them. I am using that word too much. Is there another word for jealous. Envious. There is one. Envy. Maybe insecurity has something to do with it because if I was secure of who of I am I would not be comparing myself. It is not that I am overwhelmed by this all of the time. Really I think I have come a long way. It is just that it is always there under the surface, lurking , ready for action. I would like to say that I am not a jealous person. Jealousy. it is an ugly word. A lousy word. Enough I say. Enough. I don’t need you anymore no more.