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06 November 2007 @ 11:53 am
What are you going to hell for?  
I know exactly what I'm going to hell for: gluttony.

As I type this, it is 11am and I am already tucking into the sandwiches I brought for lunch (really strong vintage cheddar with avocado, cherry tomatoes and spinach and just a dash of mayonnaise on granary bread). Yesterday I was overjoyed to discover that Pret have already started doing those yummy Christmas sandwiches they do with turkey and cranberry and stuff. The thing that I am most going to miss about being in warmer climes for Christmas this year is missing out on a bit phat roast dinner and tucking into all the chocolates my mum's students give her every year. The first thing that I am likely to do on arrival in Mexico is to sample some local delicacies. Stephen and I are talking about going on a long weekend to Segovia next spring, partly for the glorious architecture and to practise our language skills, but mostly to stuff our faces with cochinillo and chorizo al vino and to go to Dia to buy a suitcase full of jamon de serrano and chorizo and olive oil - all those delicious things that cost a fortune in England. I have started a facebook group entitled, "The Chip Butty Appreciation Society". When I was a small child, my parents used to bribe me to do things I didn't want to do with jaffa cakes. I have been known to hallucinate about sushi.

What are you going to hell for?
 
 
 
Hannah: green fairycymruangel on November 7th, 2007 09:52 am (UTC)
Covetousness.
Mainly of men (although it's not lust... or at least not purely lust, because that's not all I want them for!) but also of other things like shoes, and cars, and the ability to ballroom dance.
And maybe a wee bit of jealousy too.

So actually I'm probably going to hell for a whole cocktail of reasons.
Michelleillusive_shelle on November 7th, 2007 04:52 pm (UTC)
Luxuria and acedia are the two that would claim me, extravagance (lust) and sloth respectively.

Acedia is an easy one for which to condemn me. In everyday life, I am lazy in lots of little ways. I like staying in bed. I don't do the washing up immediately because I can't be bothered. I procrastinate instead of working or revising, even if there's nothing in particular that I want to do instead.

On the other hand, the major things are met with a thoroughness and a diligence that makes me wonder why I'm so lazy the rest of the time. When it comes to the important things, I'll give everything to something that matters.

Luruxia has the classical meaning of extravagance, but has changed slightly since. Both I'd argue hold true for me. I'll overspend to buy something 'shiny'. I enjoy comfort, good food, fine clothes. I'm a creature of hungers and appetites, which can and have overruled common sense in the past.

What probably condemns me most of all is that for that particular sin, I am extremely unrepenting.
Davidaristophains on July 23rd, 2011 02:27 pm (UTC)
At the risk of sounding peculiar...
Hi. About 8 years ago I signed up to AOL Dating. I think I used the name that later became my LiveJournal name. Of the profiles I read, only one made any impression on me: someone calling herself Obnoxious Little Muso. My memories are that she wrote about having few friends but being fiercely loyal to them, and her intention to a PhD on Messiaen.

I never contacted anyone on the website in the end. I suppose I didn't want to inflict myself on anyone on those terms, especially when I still had so much to learn about friendship. The years went by (they sort of insisted on it), the AOL Dating site has fallen, Twitter has risen (making cheap Messiaen jokes too easy), and I suppose other stuff has happened too. I have occasionally wondered if the girl with the distinctive screen name was still out there, and recently I did a search in order to find out. That's how I ended up here. If this is a case of mistaken identity, it may be the most bizarre one I've ever made, and you can write me off as an accidental tourist. If not, and you are the same muso, I apologise for referring to you in the third person above. In this case my tourism is only accidental in the sense that I've tried to be sharp and natural but may have fallen flat.

I don't want to make a nuisance of myself with someone I don't know, and wouldn't blame you for ignoring this message; but having found your LJ, I didn't want to come and go in silence for a second time without seeing if we could be friends. This website is more Journal than Live these days, making any new connection even more worthwhile an opportunity.

The reasons I'm commenting on an older entry (though only 3 entries down from my perspective) are that the spammers are tapdancing all over your most recent public entry - well, probably more stomping than tapdancing, but I like to think they have hidden talents - and so I can give my take on the question you asked here:

For autographs. Sisyphus I suppose would keep dropping the pen, and Tantalus would be unable to reach it, but there would be others. After all, it was Freddie Mercury who said, "I was not made for heaven. No, I don't want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you're going to meet down there!" - and his autograph alone would be worth the burns.

Thanks for reading,

David

P.S. I recognise the LJ username on the comment above this one: I found myself sitting next to her ex-boyfriend at a mutual friend's wedding a few years ago!