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Which 'Deadly Sin' can you live with? Part 2
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Continuing with last week's Part One, let's get through the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins, and whether they are worth rubbing uglies with:
Greed: Internet entrepreneurs, gamblers, finance majors, people who used to work on Wall Street but now hide at their parents’ house, crying in the shower. Nothing is a bigger turnoff to me than greed, which is strange because I enjoy fancy things. People who obsess over money are best described as “slimey,” and I am horrible at faking interest, which is always important when dealing with the rich.
Sloth: Potheads, trust-fund babies, worthless coworkers, the people who stand on my street corner at night and yell at each other. I enjoy these people as friends, but I can’t stand them as boyfriends. They are always jobless procrastinators who blame the world for how pathetic they are. I can be quite the bossy Bessie, but these guys are like lambs to the slaughter. Literally – you could kill them without protest, and I need a challenge.
Envy: Reality T.V. contestants, tabloid readers, musicians, anyone who goes tanning. We should call ourselves the envy generation. I have never met a single person who lists “living quietly and without flourish” as a selling point. Our economy is based on wanting what others have. However, a lot of envy makes you annoying, and soon enough you fall into the "Do I look fat" pool. With envy comes low self esteem, false bravado, and gaudy jewelry, none of which I find appealing.
Wrath: Glenn Beck, rapists, caustic public transit riders, every guy I have ever dated. Well, here it is, the crux of my life. Perhaps because it only causes bursts of insanity, this is the sin I go for. All of the other sins often control one’s entire life. The kind of wrath I surround myself with appears and disappears suddenly. Although I think this is the most frightening flaw, I fall for it, because Mr. Hyde always comes with a Dr. Jekyll. And I have always been a sucker for creative genius in uniform.
Pride: Politicians, Scientologists, movie stars, everyone who moves to a major city. I was shocked to read that this is generally regarded as the worst of all the sins.
As for prideful partners, any non-native NYC resident or college graduate is chocked full of pride. You couldn’t find a single person in the area who isn’t full of him or herself. My advice is to keep yourself and your partner in check. Always leave a tip, be nice to people who work in toll booths, and get out of your subway seat for pregnant women; keep it real, peeps.
But, maybe the Seven Deadly Sins aren’t necessarily a bad thing. If it weren’t for pride, I would be living in Vegas as a prostitute with knockers the size of Texas. The only thing that gives me self-control is pride; I have little if no sense of self-preservation without it.
