Caricatures of Envy

I don't quite know how I am going to tie my title to a relevant post, but I just like the flow of the words...I suppose many of us may prove to be caricatures of envy, wondering how we got skipped over when things were being allocated, but honestly I have no quick reference to tie that into anything that screams truth to me. I suppose I may seem envious of others who may seem to have it easier, envious of certain life circumstances I cannot participate in (babies, weddings, things that aren't really indicative of much aside from certainly not suffering from a lack of money or resources)--but I don't want to be anyone but me. I suppose sometimes I've said many people seem to find some solace in knowing they are not me, but I think I am pretty fucking fantastic, so whatever, world. Suck it. I wouldn't want to be anyone but me because I wouldn't know how--and I have tried at times to shirk certain fixations, tried to erase my concern--but it's not something I can do with any great success (say F the world, it's all about me). That MAY make me totally stupid in ...