Me Tarzan, Me Comparing: When Grass Looks Greener
Me Tarzan, Me Comparing: When Grass Looks Greener (Tarzan & Jane Story Series: Part 9 of 16)
Me Tarzan, Me Comparing: When Grass Looks Greener
It wasn’t just the screens, though they were part of it. The endless videos, the scrolling, the glimpses Jane couldn’t ignore. It was also the sighs Tarzan gave when talking about “other couples” who seemed easier. Or the way he sometimes mentioned “how Jane used to be” in earlier years.
Comparison had crept in.
“Me Tarzan, Me Comparing.” It sounded harmless, maybe even laughable. But to Jane, it was wounding. Because each glance outside the marriage whispered: You’re not enough. Someone else is more interesting. Something else is more satisfying.
Tarzan likely didn’t see it that way. To him, it was curiosity, distraction, nostalgia. But to Jane, it was erosion.
This is how marriages drift. Not always through betrayal, but through comparison. The grass on the other side, the highlight reels of others’ marriages, the idealized memories of what once was.
The truth? The grass is greener where you water it.
Comparison steals joy, focus, and intimacy. It turns spouses into competitors with ghosts and strangers. And it blinds us to the treasure right in front of us.
The way back isn’t complicated:
Notice your spouse. Choose to see them, now.
Celebrate the present. Stop measuring against the past.
Water your own grass. Invest in what you have, instead of longing for what you don’t.
Because love doesn’t thrive in comparison. It thrives in commitment. And Jane’s silent plea was simple: Stop looking out there. Look at me. I’m still here.
Reflection / Takeaway:
Comparison steals joy, focus, and intimacy. The grass isn’t greener elsewhere—it’s greener where you water it.
Call-to-Action:
🌿 Stop looking out there. Look at the one right in front of you. Love grows where you choose to invest.
Jungle Laugh:
“Tarzan thought the grass was greener on the other side… until Jane changed the WiFi password!” 🌱😂
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