A friend confronted me today with some comments made by others telling of what I do each morning that I go out to eat. I have a word for that:
Jealousy generally refers to the thoughts or feelings of insecurity, fear, concern, and envy over relative lack of possessions, status or something of great personal value, particularly in reference to a comparator, a rival, or a competitor.
I told my friend exactly what I did about the tip, and that I did give the server some Slim Jim. Yes, she did order my food for me, her job I think. I eat when I get to the facility because of my sugar status. Sure it was a little before the “6 o’clock girl” came on shift, who thinks anyone there when she is there is hers and only hers. I got news to spread, I belong to no one.
I almost stopped going there but my friend asked me not to do that, said that she just wanted to tell me what they were saying about me to her. I would think that if I am 71 years of age that I should know what I am doing and do whatever I so desire to do. Maybe I am wrong.
A friend confronted me today.