…that I get envious.
I mean. There are many people out there better than me. More intelligent, richer, thinner, better dancers, better mothers, better women.
Can’t resent everybody that’s better than me or has more than I do. There-in lies abject misery.
So, I’ll look at these thin little tight blonde chicks, or at the rich chick in her little flat Merc.
The woman that can spend money on false eyelashes and treatments to ungrey her hair.
Th married couple that actually forms a whole with their kids, an actual family..
There are many things that other people have that I don’t.
Then again, there are many thing I have that other people don’t.
And that’s why I don’t usually get envious – what other people have is their good luck, and they have to live their lives as best they can – as do I.
This morning though. This morning I saw The Beast. The only car I’ve ever really desired. The one thing that makes me commit the mortal sin of envy. I heard The Beast. I stood next to it in the traffic.
And I envied.
The Beast in all it’s glory.
Looking at it, the smooth lines. The squat design. A panther ready to leap on it’s prey.
To hear the smooth growl of the engine, rising in pitch as you open the throttles.
The pressure on your neck from the torque as you accelerate.
A truly magnificent car. Worth the envy I bestow upon it, don’t you think?
To end off with – Ella Fitzgerald would have turned 96 today. Here’s a tribute to her legacy.