00 Aa Personal

I’m at Majda’s house.

Her basement alone is bigger than my entire appartment in Laval. And I don’t even own it, I just rent. They have a pool table, a cinema room, a drum set, and Leila has more toys than I’ve ever seen in one place outsie of a toystore.

Youssef’s room is bigger than the room where my wife and I sleep. Much bigger. His work desk is twice as big as mine. His chair is sick. And he has a huge balcony with a magnificent view.

The garden outside the house is like a mini-biodome.

I think Omar has bought a porsche, too.

Meanwhile, I’m counting pennies to see what I can afford and worrying about whether or when I’ll be fired.

Was browsing Facebook for whatver reason. Landed on Jason Azzopardi’s profile. Apparently he just made it to Partner at McKinsey. Not sure what it means but it must be pretty good.

Then went to Alez Prajescu’s profile. Every picture is a group pic where everyone seems happy.

I don’t hae a single group picture other than with my family. I have a few friends, but I have no particularly memorable moments with them.

I’m not able to keep and nurture my relationships. It all goes to shit. Think about Andrea, Maggie, Fred, Omar (my wife’s husband): eventually, they all lose interest. I do too.

I fucking hate people. Please help me find a way to succeed without them. Any way.