Yeah I heard about you Polaroids

OK-now this is SO childish that I can't believe it. But I'm going to say it anyway just so I can get it off my chest.
I'm a big reader of the most drama-filled corner of the webiverse LiveJournal. I'm not proud-I've been there a long time. Nothing good ever happens there-but a lot of fun occurs.
Anyway-here's me being a little whiny girl.
People have been successfully meeting SC had regular intervals for a couple of weeks now and posting about it. In general these people get LONG and GIDDY comment threads detailing how awesome they are and how lucky, etc. I write a similar story-and I get 3 people to comment. WTF? It's not like the lack of jealousy from people takes away from the fact that I met one of the few people that impress me, but for some petty reason I would really like to be envied. Just for a few minutes. Everyone else that has had nearly the exact same experience as I had gets squeed at and treated like a goddess and I get ignored? In a way I kind of think I had a bigger deal experience. Because it happened to me? Because I drank on a reduced tab? Why? What the hell? I can't believe I am this juvenile, but I am. I want to be envied goddammit! How exactly am I more or less awesome than the rest of these people?
I'm not. Of course, I'm not. I remain awesome if only for my intensity and how I didn't forget the English language at a crucial moment. But, I am such a loser I would've liked to have made someone feel envy toward me.
For something I pulled off, I'd like people to act impressed.
God, I sicken me.