I am a SCORPIO.
Born smack dab in the middle of Scorpio territory on November 2nd.
As such, I happen to have some of the quintessential Scorpio traits:
Strong sex drive.
Wicked sting when wronged.
And, of course, tendencies toward jealousy.
I’m not proud of my jealous nature.
However, I’ve discovered it’s less a measure of how possessive I am than it is a measure of how secure I am.
When I’m comfortable in a relationship there’s very little jealousy.
When I’m off balance in a relationship, there’s a lot of jealousy.
So you can imagine my surprise when I discovered a friend hitting on not one, but two of my former lovers at Burning Man.
After I expressly told her to lay off.
“Are you okay with this?” she mouthed to me while snuggling up to one of my lovers.
“Does it matter?” I asked. “It’s not like you’ll listen.”
And so I got jealous.
But seeing as how I believe in maintaining the “No Drama” rule at Burning Man, I opted to do nothing but sit and wait.
And in the end, it was all for naught.
Nothing came of it.
Jealousy is such a USELESS emotion.