why jealousy

Josh was asking me the other day, why the thought of another friend buying a house is depressing to me. Maybe it's because it's another sign of how little I have accomplished. They have wives, children, jobs-with-a-future-they-don't-despise. I have toys. No one wants to play with my toys with me. My lacking in this comparisson seems obvious to me. Add in the fact that the only reason I have most of the toys I do have, is 'cause some guy somewhere along the way, mentioned how much he liked product-X, so I got it, obsessed with the notion of buying my way into friendships.