Not Jealous

Last week, someone had the gall to call me jealous. While it was not necessarily my intent to put her in her place when she accused me of such, I told her with unmistakable confidence:

Uh, no, I have absolutely no reason to be. 

This apparently did not settle well with her because she then proceeded to attempt to question not only my response, but also the very clear tone of confidence and clarity with which I had replied. I did not mince words either.  I was as clear as I could possibly be.  If I were to perhaps have said things differently, I could have even dropped in an expletive and maybe used some different language.

Fuck no, I’m not jealous. 

Either way, the message remains crystal clear.

Visionary is not jealous.

I’m not.

Still, I will let her think that I am because I can’t control what other people think or how they perceive me and the world around them.  Whether she thinks I’m jealous or not, I do not care. I know who I am and what I’m all about. Third-party perspective be damned.

She’s consistently worried about what other people think about her.  I have never been that way. Had I been, I think I’d be miserable, with always trying to put on a show for others and somehow looking to ensure that I’m displaying that proverbial perfect look for everyone at all times.  That sort of thing is tiring and I’m not putting on a show for anyone. I don’t care that much about public perception. I have more important things to worry about.