Drifting.

Occasionally…

Do you ever wish you were someone else?

Sometimes I get jealous of other people’s lives.

Don’t you ever wish you could be like someone else. Someone that you respect so much, that you think they are ridiculously cool? That you’d totally date if they were a different gender?

Okay, maybe not that last one.

Then I wonder if there’s someone out that envies my life. There must be, right? There’s has to be that one person, I think. Someone who wishes they could have as many friends, or be as social, or as good looking. I’m not any of those things, but none of my friends think they are either. That doesn’t mean it isn’t true. They always brush it off. Psh.

The people I envy aren’t perfect. They aren’t attractive. They aren’t honest, trustworthy, kind, or realistic. Aloof, ridiculous, impassionate, uncaring. But they’re real. Some kind of real. Somehow, in my mind, they are more definite than I am. Heh, maybe they even envy me.

Psh. Yeah right.

So…do I ever wish I was someone else?

Nah. I kinda like myself.