Sinful me
This is a meme requested by Sognatrice of Bleeding Espresso. She is positive that I am sinful and I’m sure she’s right, although I tend to think the things that sane people do and like aren’t sins. Convenient, eh? Cruelty and abuse of kids and animals automatically place you among the insane for me. So, anyway, I have her blog open next to this page so I can see what the sins are supposed to be, because I have a teensy list of sinful things and they are all done by other people, not me. Like arriving an hour late to dinner. Like pulling out of stop signed streets without looking or stopping. Like ignoring me as if I don’t exist. Big stuff, you know?
Here’s the official list:
1. Lust. My excuse for this one is this is the way God made me and he must have expected that I would have these thoughts and impulses. How can it be a sin if it comes unbidden? Why did He create them if not to make me want them? It’s not all that broad a panorama of targets, after all, it’s just a slim list of certain kinds of men and they do not include Brad Pitt. (Raoul Bova is quite another matter.)
2. Gluttony. Potato chips, but really the overdone, really brown ones, and those are often the ones that are the bargain brands and are always in big bags. I used to have brakes that had to do with being allergic to a preservative used in cooking fats, but they don’t use it anymore, so I have to rely on vanity and staying completely away from that part of the store.
3. Greed. Hmmm. It’s been so long since I wanted anything except more books and Degree antiperspirant, and I am expecting a box with both of those. Is that greed? I share my books with others. Wouldn’t a greedy person stick them somewhere private and say no, I don’t have any even if asked? Antiperspirant is just being thoughtful about others, no?
4. Sloth. Got me there. I admit it. I am lazy as can be.
5. Wrath. There are certain public figures and certain issues that make me shout at the TV or a magazine or newspaper. I despise racists and abusers of the weak, the young and the helpless. I don’t want to overcome this sin. I’m convinced that avoiding passionate response to provoking issues is part of what’s wrong with the world today. So, there, I admit wrath and refuse to stop being wrathful.
6. Envy. Sometimes I envy people who still have their thirties, forties, fifties ahead of them. Then I remember that if I had them to relive I’d be as naive again as I was then and I would have to go through the relearning, so I think I have this sin under control.
7. Pride. I find myself more dazed by the fact that things I think are just the normal way of life are seen as posing or prideful to others. I don’t think other than shaving my legs that I do anything for pride, but isn’t that more vanity? I thought Jane Austen had that worked out that pride is good and vanity is bad? I love wearing pretty clothes and interesting hats– I have always worn them– but the reality is that it is far more likely to make my friends laugh at me than to stroke my pride or vanity. My world, once just the normal world, seems to have upped and disappeared, leaving me alone thinking about swishy voile stitched down pleated skirts and high-heeled sandals worn with broad straw hats. Most of my pleasures have become jokes. Now I am indulging in self-pity, which is definitely a sin.
Tag seven people? That’s really tough… some might be insulted! Get over it, I am under pressure here.
The rest of my blogsphere is pretty much one subject and you can’t ask someone who is doing a blog professionally to break into sinful confessions before their public! Or I recently asked them to do the thinking blog post, and I’m afraid they’ll hate me if I ask again. (One of those said she reads only 2 blogs, and could not pass on to however many it was.)
1 comment May 7th, 2007
