fours can envy anything. for instance, the other day I found myself envying my friend's dad who's already dead and buried in a really nice cemetery. I was thinking gosh, it's so peaceful here. wouldn't it be easier to just have it all behind me? I wish I could be that guy and have already lived a good life and be buried in this lovely spot.
I'm the epitome of the grass is always greener and I'm sick of it.