I cannot dance like Wednesday. Or James Brown. But I don't envy them. I just enjoy the hell out of watching them.
In the workplace, though, I have envied and been envied. If there is an active case of envy in my life now, then I am in denial about it. Or I am just clueless. In the past, it was never a pretty picture—and I do not wish to experience it ever again, so I remain on the look-out. Kind of like those sailors on the Titanic who were awake at midnight, supposedly watching for icebergs.
The worst cases for me:
2. On the other hand, I once envied a proffie who won a big award for excellence in Hamster Training. He was about five years younger; otherwise, we were very similar candidates for the award. Same department, same abilities, same predilections, and so on. But I was older. And he was getting the recognition and the significant cash prize. Although I was never rude to him in any way, it took me years to congratulate him. I am lucky that he was gracious with me.
Q. What's your worst case of envying or being envied?
Be honest, dammit. For Wednesday's sake. She is thirsty for your love.