I try to be the kind of writer who wants to help others succeed, especially friends. I think that, coming from the business world, I see a lot of people mentoring others and helping people move forward with their careers (despite the widespread perception that people in biz are backbiting, backstabbing cretins). It’s inspiring, and a model I like to replicate.
Besides, I like it when my friends succeed. I think we all help each other get to the next level, somehow, like hobbits making the trek to throw the ring into the fire of Mordor.
But–I hate myself for this, but there is ONE person I HATE seeing succeed. I hate it, I hate it.
I have thought long and hard why I burn when I see her succeed, and it’s because she’s mean, mean, mean. Without even bringing up the topic myself, I’ve learned from others that she is mean to THEM, too. And that THEY don’t like her either. So I am not alone in feeling the cruelty of this person.
That is my evil thought of the day. Thanks.