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I don't know if i'm setting myself to be called pompus, or whether all men think like this, but i'm not a particularly jealous person in pretty much all avenues; career, home, lifestyles, etc.

I can't deny I suffered jealousy as a child, but over the years it has disapated and like a phoenix, returned as awe & respect for people.

As an example, I could be jealous of my neighbours car, but i don't. I just enjoy looking at it and hearing it roar.

I won't pretend I don't suffer any negative emotions, I'm human. But i'd say the majority of my day to day emotions are fairly positive. My worst sin is being snappy with my daughter's screeching like a banshee on heat with a white-hot poker jammed up it's arse. But jealousy?