Samson had his Delilah, Adam his Eve, and the Jazter had you.
Already, I can see my epitaph. "Here lies Jaz, lover of his fellow men, done in royally by one of them. ↗
I don't care if I was a ditch-digger at a dollar a day, I'd want to do my job better than the fellow next to me. I'd want to be the best at whatever I do. ↗
Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen. ↗
As soon as you concern yourself with the 'good' and 'bad' of your fellows, you create an opening in your heart for maliciousness to enter. Testing, competing with, and criticizing others weaken and defeat you. ↗