jeal·ous·y [jel-uh-see] noun:
1 .jealous resentment against a rival, a person enjoying success or advantage, etc., or against another’s success oradvantage itself.
3. vigilance in maintaining or guarding something.
The first time I ever remember really understanding the word jealousy was when I was about 5 years old. I was obsessed with the Sweet Pickles books and the J book, Jackal Wants Everything (the central character being Jealous Jackal) was read to me. Up until then I was never really aware of that emotion (although I’m sure in my wild 5 year old mind, I was full of it). It’s was a weird feeling, to place a word with what I experienced when I saw my cousin with her giant, fully furnished Barbie dream house (and I had to suffer with only the Barbie convertible).
Fast forward 30 years. Jealousy is a tough little bitch to get rid of us. Instead of going away nice and easy, it’s hung on like a nasty barnacle on my soul. It’s more lecherous than me having a crush on Zac Efron and it’s more stubborn than a bout of herpes in the Jersey Shore house. Nothing I do makes it go away. So, I’ve decided to just embrace it. And categorize it. Because jealousy may suck but if it’s organized and filed…well, that’s just cool.