Be glad that the powers that be did not give our brains a stir with a fork while they were handing out this and that.
It could be very much worse.
Possible responses:
(1)It's gonna take more than a little relaxing to get ME to delight in any man's legs.
(2) Relax? This isn't tension, it's hypomania! (and that leads to:)
(3)Are you sure there wasn't some stirring goin' on 'roun' here?
Okay, enough foolishness. This is a good thread. I'm just pushing the Augustine through Dante through Mad Dawg view that envy is when I don't love you enough to be happy for you that all those nice things happened to you -- a deficiency of charity. My addition was that I also don't trust God to give me what I need, becuase the simeple articulation of envy, the "subjective principle of volition" has two parts -- or maybe it's that there's simple envy:"Hey how come HE gets to drink Balvenie ...," and there's the self-pitying component, "... while all I can afford is Pearl Beer?"