Grass is greener

Ugh ugh, blech, ugh, yack, patooey, whiff, shniper, rats.

Just one of those days.

We’re moving our offices to a floor below and this getting ready to move is ridiculous. I’m tired of trying to move! I want my nice quiet office job back; physical work in a hurry is not my idea of fun.

But, what are you going to do; it will be really nice once we get down there.

Honestly, I’m just kinda done.

You know what I need to stop doing?

Comparing.

I compare my life a lot with other people. And it’s bad, because, you’ll never really come out on top, and if you do, it’s false, fake, not real.

Like…at the gym, I always look to see what everyone else is doing, what speed and for how long. And then I feel horrible because I’m really slow (especially running, I run at a pace most people walk), but then, some of these people are like…15 years younger than I am. And I’m not saying that like they’re “young uns” and I’m old. But it’s going to make a difference.

Or here’s my worst one, I have an ex on myspace. I look at his girlfriend now who is 10 years younger than me. She’s beautiful, totally sexy, and totally hot. And I feel HORRIBLE when I look, but I can’t stop looking. And I try to stop myself, and comfort myself with what I have accomplished and…no excuses; it’s just an unhealthy thing to do. But I can’t stop doing it!

Even now with the dog “oh look, they have a dog, oh, they’re dog isn’t as pretty/nice/well trained as ours” or “they’re dog is so nice and polite, what am I doing wrong that mine isn’t?”

Its horrible people, stay away from it. Do not compare and contrast, don’t even let you get started, it will only end badly, I promise.

No new Lost tonight. Boo.