Jealousy, Turning Saints Into the Sea...

For the most part, today has been a pretty uneventful day. I will admit, yes I went to the store for shampoo, and yes I sent out even more emails with my resume for summer volunteer work, but the only real notable thing that has happened thus far is my decision to begin making models again. I have been staring at the 20 or so unfinished models on my desk, and figure I might as well do something productive with my free time. Many people have asked me over the years why it is that I paint models, since I choose just to display them. The simple answer is that I find it relaxing. I don't think I am very good at it, but making something from scratch into my own little creating is somehow fun for me. I hope to add a few finished models to the shelf on my desk dedicated to them. Unfortunately, working on models bring up a whole new set of problems (which could be good as at least they will give me something to do). Most of my paints are dry, by brushes are hard as rocks, and my glue has all dried in the tube. Sounds like another run to the store is in line.
On a different note, over the course of the day I have realized something about myself. I am a jealous man. While most people think of jealousy as a romantic thing, I can be pretty jealous in many aspects of my life. Friends, belongings, yes loved ones too if I have them, and even sometimes of small little insignificant things such as attention. While I rarely do anything about such feelings (even so much as voicing them) i do hate the fact that they are there. When such little thoughts pop into my head, I find myself fighting them with all my might. One of my biggest fears is of being a jealous person. I guess the question that remains is does having jealous thoughts about anything make someone a jealous person, or is it doing something about them that is the real evil.
In case you cannot tell, my mind is pretty random, and like to jump from subject to subject. I find it fitting that I end my post by saying that one of my kitties (named Lynx) woke me up to show me a dead mole, that he had proudly and nobly vanquished and brought to my doorstep. Lynx, for this act of bravery, you are my hero : )