I am one. Well, with certain people. One in particular was on my Europe trip with me. I'm not sure if I've ever written about her before but I guess now is as good a time as any! My friend, we'll call her Ms. Chic. I'm calling her this because no matter how much care I put into my wardrobe...whenever I see her she always looks perfectly put together. I seriously wish I had her style (and apparently her money because living at home is apparently good for her wardrobe.)
Ms. Chic and I have an interesting relationship. She is a good friend most of the time. This post is not about bashing her... Ms. Chic just has this ability to kind of...steal the light I guess. She can be very selfish and in certain situations puts people into categories. Category 1: My friends who are cool. 2: New people who I am currently deeming cooler than my cool friends because I'm seemingly bored with my other current friends. Category 3: People who are interesting to talk to when no one else is around. 4: People who might as well have the plague.
I'm in category 1. It's fine. However, if you are with her and she is trying to be with category 2...suddenly it FEELS like you are in category 4. This is why I mention being competitive. It's like I'm competing with her to have a piece of the pie that is conversation. Like I'm competing with her to see who is better dressed. Who is the better musician. Who does the director like more. It's freaking exhausting. I don't ever feel like that with Jersey. It's just this one person. Maybe I'm jealous of her? Maybe that is just the dynamic of our friendship?? I do call it a friendship because I know either of us would drop everything to help the other out. There was even a time in college when I lived at her house while i was between apartments.
I probably just need to get over it but I'm not sure I ever will. I know that I am better off the way I am...and the way that I live my life and some of the things I have and do are things that she will never have or do and vice versa. It's just a little strange sometimes to feel animosity towards someone you clearly care about and value.
Sigh. Maybe just no more European vacations with Ms. Chic and her chic hipster hats.