Jealous Mary Is Jealous
Last week, I saw this post on Facebook where a pretty, young girl congratulated my high school crush for passing the board exam. Despite having no contact with said crush for years, I was jealous.
And it’s not just the simple, smile-with-regret-and-move-on type of jealousy. It’s the full-blown, Bitter Bitch Is Crazy kind. The one where you make faces at the screen while reading all the comments out loud in a high-pitched monologue, stopping every once in a while to roll your eyes at everything.
In the middle of that crazy fit, Jealous Mary kept thinking, that should have been me.
Taking the oath. Appending Engr to my name. Being congratulated by, well, not young and pretty girls, but hot and smexy Oppas.
Who would’ve thought I’d come to hate my crush for passing an exam?
I don’t even want to work in the field. Getting the license is low in my list of priorities for now. I just want that title and the respect that comes with it because I’m having trouble understanding the real world.
All the unicorn, rainbow lessons about being sincere in your work, believing in the impact of what you do, and valuing learning experiences over acquiring dry diplomas that focus on theory… didn’t apply. It still is all about who you know and how many acronyms come after your name.
Even if you mean well. Even if you want to do good. Even if you worked your ass off and actually built something versus, y’know, collecting titles and bashing someone else’s work.
Those acronyms sure are impressive.
Maybe, in the future, I’ll name my third* kid John PhD or Jenna ChE to give him/her a head start in life. It’s too late for me. I have to survive this world the hard way.
I just hope my conscience is stronger than my jealousy.
* My first two kids will be called Madness and Sparta.**
** A lot of people will think they get this but only one person will.