How is it that I can get jealous, first of all, about a photograph of which I know none of the context of the event photographed? Second, how is it that I get jealous over someone that was never mine, and likely never will be despite the intimate moments we’ve shared over the years. Also, why am I jealous when I’m already in a happy place? There probably isn’t anything to be jealous of anyway.
Man.
Being human is confusing.
