I don’t like working weekends. I don’t like working nights. Come to think of it, I don’t like working days either. It seems that I just don’t like working. But I knew this about myself.
The weekend yawns before me, and it’s almost as sleepy as I am.
(ba dum bum… there’s a waitress… tip her dammit)
Do I want to retire at the ripe age of 35 because I’m lazy or is it simply because I haven’t found my “calling” yet? I would like to think it’s the latter, but someone came up with the seven deadly sins for a reason… most likely because they saw them all being so clearly personified within humanity.
Most days, I can so clearly see myself as Sloth. But then Gluttony and I have a very close relationship… admire my ass why doncha. And my goodness… Lust is not to be outdone. I mean… I’m lazy, but I’m not catatonic. I wonder if there’s not ONE of those seven that I don’t practice regularly and with much gusto? Thinking hard here…
Ok… if you read me regularly, then you know I’m nothing if not angry. Check on the Wrath.
I frequently recognize my bitterness over the happy things, circumstances and lifestyles that other lesser mortals are enjoying – while I am not. So I’ve got Envy well looked after. Going back to that whole “lesser mortals” outlook… yeah, yeah I know… PRIDE ALERT.
So that’s a thick and even smothering of Wrath, Sloth, Pride, Lust, Envy and Gluttony. All that’s left is Greed.
Hmmm… a tricky one.
I love having lots of whatever it is that I enjoy. Who doesn’t? But… for example, at Christmastime: I LOVE LOVE LOVE getting presents. Who are we kidding – I love getting presents whether it’s Christmas or not!
Ok FOCUS… Christmastime… ok… I love getting big piles of presents, no doubt.
BUT… I do also get a special zing from finding just the right gift for someone else. You know when you find “that thing” for someone that will cause them to completely lose their mind with happiness? How much fun is that to give… and watch… and experience with them??
I believe I will give myself a pass on the Greed… only because I insist that I have at least one redeeming quality, and yikes, but I’m skating on thin ice… clearly Satan himself is taking a well-fuelled blow torch directly to my own personal “skating rink of life”.
Yeah… I just threw up a little on that one too… you’re not alone.
And totally off topic (but not really) – the other night I happened upon this WEIRD B movie from the 70′s (gasp): The Daughters of Satan (yes I’m serious). It had that strange orange tint to the film we’re all familiar with, yet disturbed by. It starred a pre-Magnum Tom Selleck who was playing – get this – a college professor. That part might not have been so odd if he hadn’t already started dressing like Magnum, higher education be damned.
His wife sacrificed him to Beelzebub at the end. I personally think it was due to the shirts.
