What's Not Said

The older we get, the harder it is to make close friends.

In this column, I talk about things other people think or say, but not out loud, and certainly not in public. No one wants to say, “People either love me or hate me” because it sounds ridiculous and arrogant and icky.

My happiness is what undid me, ironically. I worried so much about being OK with the happiness that I fell apart.

How much energy does it take to be jealous? Hint: Way too much.