How Jealousy is Just a Hidden Want.
A small sketch from the construction environment looking at how you can translate jealousy into something useful.
Imagine a situation. Two construction guys are walking inside a building, sitting to finally eat their bread. One of them goes to panoramatic window and glanced a guy in a restaurant across the street.
“Look at that prick.”
“He thinks he is something more than me in this nice suit, and here is your warm soup Mrs rich.”
“I am here, in those dirty clothes, eating a fucking bread with ham,”
kicking the dust under his feet.Buddy: “I can give you my cherries if you ...”
“I also want that.” turning back at his buddy with a desperate look.Buddy: “Really?” with a high pitch in his voice.
Buddy: “You would like to be him right now?”
“Yes” saying proudly.
Buddy laughs a bit and point with a chewed of bread onto him.
Buddy: “Okay imagine. What if his penis length is 3 cm.”
Buddy: “Would you then, want to be like him?”
You could see the terrifying look in his eyes.
“Well I don’t know.”
Buddy: “Aaa here we go, we want a nice meal but not the rest?”
“Well I wouldn’t like to have short penis.”
Buddy: “Okay next one hypotetical.”
Buddy: “Even though he laughs now, when he comes home, he is miserable.”Buddy: “What about now?”
“Well, not really.”
Buddy speech:
You don’t want to be him. You are just jealous of that situation.
Rather than seeing where the jealousy is pointing you, you go around and create those bleak stories around him. How he is a shitty person, how he shouldn’t have this or that. It’s not fair. You are just getting lost in the wishes.
It’s the same as with jackpot “I wish to win a jackpot.” Rather than seeing what you want under the blanket of this statement, you just buy the fucking ticket and not spend the money and time, on pursuing what is underneath it.
A small pause.
See it? Jealousy is fine, till you extract from it what you want. It’s a pointer. Go ahead write all those whining and complaints down and see what needs are underneath them.
Buddy gives him his carpenter pencil.
“I am not writing anything now, put that thing away from me.” Slamming his hand.
He sits on the brick, look down and start chewing a piece of bread from a plastic cover. There was quietness in the room for the time. Occasionally the Buddy looked at him but he was still in deep thinking.
Now the guy in suit went outside the restaurant and a supermodel shows up. Kissed him, he grabbed her ass, and they continued down the road.
He gave him the look.
“Yeah small penis, right?”
Buddy: “Listen I don’t know, it was hypothetical”
“See you are such a theoretic, you always …”
Yeah, I hope it brings a bit of smile onto you. Small sketch that was hovering in my mind for some time already. I try to remind myself this teaching of jealousy. How I can really use this feeling not to get rotten and resentful, but to show me what do I want and direct myself to it.
Bye,
Luke
