meta-bad

It is frustrating to see one's former cohort-mates in print. It's frustrating to see a c.v. go by that you know yours could best if only you had those three little letters already. It reminds me that the gap between a done dissertation and a not-yet-done dissertation is huge. I wish I could feel an unmitigated happiness for my colleagues. I don't; instead, I'm crabby and resentful and depressed. This is happening on several fronts lately.

It sucks when you feel bad for feeling bad.