Sometimes I can’t begin to articulate how disgusted I am by cattiness, envy or jealousy that I sense in some women. (Yes, women. The men probably go, good for you! And move on.)

For example, they read my post about the ring Big gave me, promptly skim past my joy, happiness and feelings of blessedness, take away everything that is beautiful about the post, and manifest it as ugliness. There are those who question Big about how much he paid for it, is it fake, is it cubic zirconia (oh how my palms itch!) etc. Would it make you feel better if he told you it was whatever you wish it to be?

And what’s the fascination with my or his salary? How so does it affect you how much moolah we are pulling in? He and I can afford our indulgences like my shopping, my walk in wardrobe, his gadgets, our new house, my jewellery, whatever, thank you very much. Whatever I blog about, it’s pretty much what I am comfortable with my general readers knowing. If it is not on my or his blog, please have the courtesy of not querying us about such intimate or personal details. If you are a close friend, you would have known without being such a nosyparker. If you are not, well, you are not.

And if your purpose of knowing is to live up with the Joneses and for the sake of comparison, here’s a few things to note.

We are hardly the Joneses, or the yardstick to measure up to. We are just simple folks with a few select indulgences and pleasures in life. There is no need to match us/ me in everything we do. It freaks me out a little ala Single White Female style.

Why the need to compare or to live beyond your means? If you can afford a certain lifestyle, you can. If you can’t, you can’t. I am just being very pragmatic about these things. Why ask about things that are out of reach and make yourself miserable? And if you are living a lifestyle that you can’t afford, struggling to make ends meet every month, well it’s your choice or no one else’s. And if you are living a lifestyle you can well afford, we are not the kind of folks you should be comparing to.

Some might call it human nature for humans to be envious/ jealous or covetious, I will beg to differ. I don’t bother to be envious or jealous about others’ possession. Simply because if I want something, I work towards it. What the hell is there to be envious/ jealous of? And pardon me if I sound harsh but you are the type to be envious or jealous just because I seemingly shop all the time (I DON’T), seemingly have good things in life all the time (there is something called hard work), you will be forever the envious and jealous one pining after others’ lives and achievements because you are simply too busy indulging in negative time wasting emotions, instead of working your way there.

And then there are those who simply cannot stomach the idea of others being headhunted or getting a better package. If you had felt catty or jealous about anyone reaching a certain milestone in life, you are a loser. That’s right. I am of the belief that people who are jealous of other people’s achievements and waste time continuing being so are losers. But if you had felt spurred on or encouraged by what the person had achieved, then KUDOS and more power to you.

And a bit of common sense here. If it pains you/ embitters you/ fills you with so much ugliness when you read my blog, which is my shrine of happy memories, please stop reading my blog. It makes me hold my hand when I want to blog sometimes, and this kind of nonsense pisses me off.

Really.

I don’t need people like that to feed off my blog and make everything about it that is beautiful, ugly.

So, I reiterate. This is a blog that contains my happy memories, where I make good of things in my life, make lemonade out of lemons that life deals me. In short, it is a HAPPY place. If you find that this blog makes you 1. envious 2. jealous 3. angry (?!) 4. sad (?!!) 5. any other negative emotion, I don’t need to tell you again..