Ah...memories

So....someone tries to share something with you...a story, a place, a picture whatever, and they try and convey to you all the great memories they share.

and then you realize that the part of your life that corresponds with this part of theirs was nothing but sarrow, regret, and frustration. All at once all those memories come back to you.

Not. Good.

Not only are you now not in a good mood, but you are so full of jealousy of the person and their happiness that you can't even share in the good memories and be happy about it. And, you end up hating yourself more because it's not this person's fault that you have grown up devoid of happiness and yet in this moment they are having to bare the brunt of it.