Ganked from Lisa Hendrix; this meme struck my fancy.
1. LUST: Besides your current Significant Other who do you lust for or have you lusted for?
2. GLUTTONY: What food brings out your inner glutton?
3. GREED: What are you greedy for?
4. SLOTH: What is your plan for an ideal day of sloth?
5. WRATH: Describe a time that you let out a can of whoop ass on someone.
6. ENVY: Who or what do you envy? Why?
7. PRIDE: Have you ever had to swallow your pride? What are you proud of?
I love sin. Sin is exciting, it’s flashy, frightening, titillating. People are at their most inventive around, for, and in response to sin.
1. LUST: I’ve been listening to Garbage today, so Shirley Manson heads my list. Yesterday it would have been Poe. But today I know that, when I grow up, Shirley Manson will be my girlfriend. There is something about women who are fully in touch with their sensuous side, and who have just a couple of wires loose upstairs (that are still sparking and might deliver 220 volt three phase shocks) that punches all my buttons. Not for me the Mary Sunshine sort. Give me a woman who seems a little vague about when “too much” is reached, and who might look on me as a snack afterwards. Think carnivorous fairy, and you’ve got it.
2. GLUTTONY: There is no specific food, nor drink. It is all food, and all drink. The most interesting thing on the menu is the one I haven’t tried yet, and leaving any behind (after sharing abundantly, ‘cuz it’s more fun with more mouths) is always difficult…and I’ll want dessert after. Drink might edge out food, though, as I can drink more (beer, tea, coffee, water, radish tonic, whatever) than I can eat.
3. GREED: Sensation. New things. Information. I need to poke my nose around every corner, peek in every drawer, go into every hole-in-the-wall shop or restaurant, gawk and other people’s bookshelves, touch all the fabrics and plants and things on shelves so that I can encompass all of it and NOTHING was left out, everything is part of my experience and part of me and I have the WHOLE WORLD. If I’m sitting dully on the couch, I’ve a computer in front of me so I can look up random things that flash through my mind while I stare at the television.
4. SLOTH: Mmmmm. Sleep in an extra hour, have a leisurely stroll through the garden (which we keep indoors in its own room), and continue it to a coffee shop nearby where I can sit and putter, eventually write a bit, putter some more, and drink endless cups of coffee (all but the first decaf) and the occasional cookie. Come home after a while to discover someone else has cooked dinner and cleaned up after. Not very slothful, though. That’s just liesure. Ah! — when I wake I won’t have prearranged my day off; on my stroll through the house, I will see various things that need doing, and decide to not bother.
5. WRATH: Uhm. I’ve only done this once in memory, and I won’t share. Yeah, I know, weird for me, but there it is. Ask me in person, I’ll tell you all about it. Edit: Okay, there was this once…I was suffering through my teen years, and was very nearly as geeky as is possible to be and still be aware of sex. My neck was pencil thin, I carried all of my books for the day everywhere because that way I could have more in-between minutes to read, and I scrambled to lunch each day so I would have time to get to the chem lab where we played D&D. One day I dashed for the lunch line and made position about, we’ll say, 7th. Well forward, and the D&D was looking good to me. John Ward, a teen of signifcant mass and insignificant social skills strode to the line — and through it. This was sufficient in and of itself to irritate, but on his way past me he shoved me roughly into the wall. My books spread everywhere.
There was no greater offense against man nor God. My books were bruised, my D&D schedule awry, and he was mean. With no thought, I made a lovely curving blow and boxed his ear as hard as I could.
John responded in what, to him, seemed a reasonable fashion; he turned and pummeled me several times, sending me into the wall and then sliding down it. When I was a-floor and no longer in easy pummeling reach, he kicked me a few times until he began to feel better, then continued on to lunch. My face was swollen for days, one eye entirely shut. Oddly, though, no one bothered me much after that.
6. ENVY: Catie. She’s got the same skill set as I do, but none of the self-defeating behaviors. That freedom from limitation has made her a force of nature, and she is exploding in all directions that she can think to; she has published something like ten books in three years (maybe four), started her own comic book (publishing soon), and, I believe, has created a race of kitlings that will swarm the world over, playing and collecting everything shiny. If I wasn’t me, I’d want to be Catie. Well, I’d want to be Roger Zelazny, but he’s dead so it wouldn’t be very interesting.
7. PRIDE: Daily, but less every day. I learned early on the wrong lesson; that if you swallow your pride and back down, other people will cease conflict. Actually, what that teaches other people is that, if they conflict with you, you will back down, rewarding their bad behavior. I’ve been trying to cultivate this sin to get healthy again.
As is my habit, I won’t tag anyone specifically, but if you’ve read this far you should at least give us a sin or two. Come, sit on Big Brother’s or Daddy’s lap and whisper your best sins in my ear. I’m looking at you in particular Fay, and you Libby….
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry