I'm going to say something that we've all thought at one point or another, but most of us (meaning people who are not me) are polite enough not to actually say: Being happy for other people is sometimes really hard. And I don't mean when you find out that slacker you went to college with, gave a free couch to and occasionally cleaned after is now a successful musician (to use a random example that is not at all related to my life). It's perfectly okay to question the justice of the world on that one. What I'm talking about being happy for people that you love and want good things to happen to, people who are an active part of your life. Faking it just isn't enough for those people, but I will admit that I totally have.
I can be selfish and petty and mean, and I've found that social media tends to cultivate some of this in me. Trust me, this is not one of those times when I blame Facebook and Twitter for my problems, either. It's just that not too terribly long ago, when someone was getting married or having a baby, you found out the old fashioned way--through the gossip lines via your mother. And then you didn't go on Pinterest and see 15,000 pins about it or get weekly (sometimes daily) updates on which piece of fruit is the size of the baby. You weren't confronted with an all-out media assault of what someone else has that you don't. (Did I mention jealous in my list?) It's much easier to adopt an "out of sight, out of mind" philosophy when you only hear about it if you run into someone at the grocery store, rather than every time you turn on your computer.
Believe it or not, this used to be a much bigger problem for me than it is now. Oh, I was a pro at loooking the part of happy at the announcement of the news. But then, I would promptly go home and cry and wail and generally lash out at God for allowing someone else to have the things that I wanted so badly and couldn't have. And it's not that I am completely cured now, trust me. It's just that I finally came to terms with the hard cold truth that it wasn't all about me. (How disappointing!) God grabbed me by my face (not really, but He might as well have) and reminded me that He wasn't punishing me by giving someone else something wonderful, and it was high time that I put on my big girl pants and embraced the happy. Also, when a friend has suffered an unimaginable hurt in their life, you find yourself wanting happiness for them more than you've ever wanted anything for yourself. (Trust me on that one.) The kind of joy you feel when that happiness finally comes eclipses any of the other less pleasant things.
I don't guess that this is just a single girl thing, but I would say that it's something single girls definitely have to deal with. So, I'm curious...how do you deal (single or not)? Are you one of those selfless wonders who can put other's happiness first? (Because seriously, high five to you!) What lessons have you learned about this? I would really like to hear from some other people on this one, so comment away!