I want to share with you a comic story I read in a comic book somewhere.

The hero is Fany, a gorgeous and very well paid hooker, who always wears expensive designers outfits.

So Fany is sitting in the corner of the street, when she sees a couple passing by holding hands and looking oh so happy. She thinks to herself...oh how i would love to be this woman, look at the love in her b/f eyes.

Next strip, the couple passes by another couple where the woman is pregnant and the first woman thinks...oh look at this lucky woman, her boyfriend loved her enough to marry her and get her to have his child, not like mine who promises marriage for 5 years now and still has not gotten me an engagement ring!

The pregnant woman with her hubby go on walking and they pass by a woman with 4 small kids, who seems drained from exhaustion, bad hair, sloppy outfit, and ms pregnant looks at her and thinks ...oh how i eny this woman who already has 4 kids and knows how this is done, notlike me who cannot sleep at night from the anxiety of how i will give birth.

In the meantime the mother of four walks away dragging her offsprings and sees a woman jogging wearing a fancy workout outfit. "Oh how I envy her" she thinks "she has no care in the world besides her well being"

The jogger goes on running, and sees a limo stopping outside a big corporate building, and a very pro dressed woman holding her business briefcase, speaking in her cell, looking mighty busy and important. The jogger thinks to herself "look at her, oh I am green. she has a high position, she rules the world, people depend on her, not like me who all I do is being the pretty doll of a rich husband".

In the meantime the Ms. manager enters the building and sees the cleaning lady cleaning the wondows of the building, looks at her and thinks to herself "oh how I'd love to be her...she has a job with no responsibility, and at 5 o 'clock she goes home to her family, and no cell wakes her up after midnight to check on profit shares".

The cleaning lady looks outside the window she cleans and sees Fany the hooker, standing in the corner of the street, with her designer's sexy outfit and looks at her, and thinks to herself..."oh if I was not so shy when I was young, I could have been in her shoes, selling my body for big bucks, not having a care in the world about bills or cleaning other people's shit"

Interest cycle here, don't you think?


This story was part of an email I sent to a dear friend today, and I thought I would share it with you too.