I envy your lightning fast and razor sharp brain. God, I have never felt as stupid as when I talk to you. (But that's my problem, not yours, so don't start to wonder if that's a backhanded compliment -- it's not.)

I envy your comfort and acceptance of yourself in your own skin. At least that's what you project, and it's both wonderfully calming to be around (using the theory that if cozy people make you feel cozy, crazy people make you feel crazy) and frustrating. Without you doing anything at all, I can suddenly feel like my life, my sense of self, is lacking. (Again, not anything at all bad about you. Just about me.)

Hm. Who knew a meme about you would really end up being all about me?