One of benefits of turning eighty is that you seldom feel envious anymore. Half the people you once envied are dead, and those who are still around are hanging on for dear life, coping with arthritis, glaucoma, and other physical ailments. Everyone has kids who have turned out with varying degrees of success or failure. And money doesn’t mean much if you’re in a wheelchair or in such poor health that you can’t go anywhere, except maybe to church or an afternoon matinee.
During the teenage years, pretty girls are envied and gossiped about by their less attractive classmates. I didn’t lack for boyfriends, but envied the popular girls who lived in beautiful homes, wore fashionable clothes, and drove their parent’s expensive cars around town. Envy and feelings of inferiority carried over from being too smart in grade school and too poor in high school.
When you’re young, you don’t realize that an envious person can make your life miserable. They can pretend to be your friend, and run you down behind your back. This is even worse if they’re colleagues, because it can affect your career. You keep trying to make them like you, but it won’t work, because you have something they wish they had—whether it be good looks, a happy home, a higher salary or talent. There are a zillion ways to attract envy.