Wednesday, March 21, 2012

scintilla | hey, jealousy

Before I get started, I feel the need to tell you all that Mike is in the kitchen singing a song about how he has "meat for the lady" - this all because I ate sausage gravy and biscuits for dinner. Really. I'm the luckiest. Now he's doing "the fake trombone," which, yes, sounds like he is a trombone. The luckiest. And now's he's singing "She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain" auf Deutsch.

Anyway. Scintilla.

Have I mentioned how much I love this project? As with a lot of the other prompts so far, I started off this morning worrying, "What the heck am I going to write about?" Then, of course, as with a lot of the other prompts so far, it came to me.

Oh Scintilla.

Day 6: Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Prompt 1. Write the letter to the bully, to the cheater, to the aggressor that you always wanted to but couldn't quite. Now tell them why they can't affect you anymore.


Hey, Jealousy,

Really, could you please just go away?

I'm so over you.

I mean, I guess you came in handy for a while there, always in cahoots with your friend Suspicion. You did me some real good. You got me out of mistakes, relationships with meatheads who thought they were smarter than me.

But now I really need you to go away.

I'm engaged. I'm happy. I'm here through thick and thin and you do not have a say in the matter. I have a great job. I'm doing freelance work. I live in a gorgeous apartment. I have wonderful friends. I'm putting myself through school to finish my business degree. I own a car, and nice clothes, and more than a few pairs of flats that I love. I have an incredible family. I'm pretty well-off. I've learned from my mistakes, made my decisions, and I like where I am.

You have bullied me enough. I'm sick of hearing your nagging little voice chasing me around. How about this: I don't care what you say anymore.

I am not jealous of Mike's ex-girlfriend. I do not need to be thinner so that I can look like models. I don't care what happened in anyone's past. I don't need a fancy, expensive home. I'm perfectly fine with not being a college graduate (yet). I am not defining success by how much money I make. I don't need to throw a million-dollar wedding.

I do not have the perfect life.

I have the me life, and I love it.

So go bother someone else now. Thanks!


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