I’ve never really felt jealousy, except perhaps as a fleeting memory from childhood when my athletic cousin seemed to excel effortlessly in everything (or at least in the eyes of our family he could do no wrong) Back then, I might have wished for the power to escape consequences. As I reflect on the enigmatic concept of jealousy, I realize that it’s something we seldom admit to having, let alone discussing openly. Yet, my recent introspection has led me to confront a surprising truth: I am, indeed, capable of jealousy.In the past, I would rationalize away any feelings of jealousy by telling myself that someone’s personality simply didn’t resonate with me. I used to dismiss podcasts as “douchecasts”...