Me and the Seven Deadly Sins: A Tell-All
1. LUST: uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness.
Besides your current Significant Other who do you lust for or have you lusted for?
Heh. Heh. Heh.
In no particular order, here are the primary objects of my lustful affection:
See a pattern? Rowrrr.
2. GLUTTONY: excessive eating and drinking.
What food brings out your inner glutton?
Beef. Rare, marbled, succulent beef. I am the OCG (Original Carnivore Girl)
Also adore all the accompaniments that traditionally go along with this: baked potato, creamed spinach, onions and mushrooms, bread, red wine. Decadent and divine.
3. GREED: excessive or rapacious desire, esp. for wealth or possessions.
What are you greedy for?
I’ve given this some thought. And I honestly cannot think of anything I’m specifically greedy for... however, that’s not to say that I’m greed-free. I will be the first to tell you I have diva-tendencies. I like top shelf stuff. Not so much with the labels in clothing and cars and such. But I’m all about quality. Liquor. Personal care products (I will not tell you how much my shampoo costs... suffice it to say that it’s substantial. But my hair looks great.) Food. The latest and greatest books or music. Gotta have it. Gimme gimme gimme.
4. SLOTH: habitual disinclination to exertion; indolence; laziness.
What is your plan for an ideal day of sloth?
This is too easy. Staying in pajamas all day long. Having breakfast, lunch and dinner delivered. Watching movies on the telly. Reading a bit. Naps. Lots of naps. A bubble bath. Doing nothing constructive for myself or mankind.
5. WRATH: strong, stern, or fierce anger; deeply resentful indignation; ire.
Describe a time that you let out a can of whoop ass on someone.
Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I got really wrathfully angry. That’s probably not such a bad thing. I’m more one for pet peeves and issues and indirect anger... which right now is mostly directed in this area. And let's just leave it at that -- there's plenty there for the moment.
6. ENVY: a feeling of discontent or covetousness with regard to another's advantages, success, possessions, etc.
Who or what do you envy? Why?
Man, this is a tough one. But here goes...
I love my child more than anything on this earth. Totally. I love who he is and who he is becoming, little by little, step by step.
But I’d be lying if I told you that there weren’t days when I wished with all my heart that he could have just a bit of time as a standard issue kid, with no health problems or developmental delays. I’m envious of those families who don’t have to deal with the situations we do.
Who are typical.
Who don’t have to worry about neurological complications every time their kiddo falls and bumps his head or acts a little out-of-the-ordinary.
Who can have a meal time as a family without special accommodations.
Who can carry on regular conversations with their kids.
Who can watch their children play happily and freely without assistance.
Who don’t know the inside workings of the hospital like the back of their hand.
Who have a child for whom milestones come easily and naturally and without effort.
I envy parents who don't have the struggles we do. And I envy, on behalf of my beautiful brave boy, children who are having typical childhoods.
My normal is my normal. I’m used to it. I accept it. It’s who I am in this world. And that’s fine. I know that nothing’s perfect and that every individual has quirks and issues. But just once, just for a little while, I’d like to try on someone else’s normal. The more standard issue version of normal. Me and Will and our family. All of us. Just to be regular folks for a bit. See what that feels like.
I hate that I have these feelings. Hate it. Hate. It. Am crying even as I write this.
But there you are. Me at my most human.
7. PRIDE: a high or inordinate opinion of one's own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc.
What are you proud of?
Ah, pride. My biggest bugaboo. I’m a weird bird in this area-- I have challenging and ongoing self-esteem issues, especially with body image and personality, coupled with a very proud nature when it comes to matters of intelligence. How’s that for complicated.
Ugh. My therapist certainly earns his keep in my life, dontcha know.
I could go on and on here. But I won't. I think I’m finished with this little exercise. It's exhausting. And enlightening. And me at my most basic. Warts and all.
(I need some cheering up... so here’s a little clip of the incomparable Fats Waller with “It’s A Sin to Tell a Lie.” It works with the theme. And it’s wonderful. Does the trick.)