Forgetfulness

I'm a happy person. I'm young, I'm not horribly disfigured, and from the vantage point of 26, my life looks pretty promising. I snagged one of the best boyfriends, way back in Round One; I have good friends and a cool family; I laugh every single day; and I'm becoming a writer, gradually but in such a real way that the publisher of a local magazine handed me his card after eavesdropping on a conversation I had at work yesterday. Life is good.

So who do I talk to about removing this chip in my brain that makes me look with envy at other people's happiness, as if my own were somehow deficient?