Tuesday, February 12, 2008
"You really shouldn't smoke".
"I am barely steaming" I replied "Just watch it when I start to smoulder."
I was surprisingly annoyed at this woman who said her piece and walked away. After a hectic morning I was perched on the wall outside work topping up my nicotine levels - I wasn't bothering anyone. I object to someone catching me mid-vice.
Does this woman not have any vices? I could have told her that her mardy face irritated me or that she really shouldn't be seen in that dreadful coat and besides, I am sure that she has a prized collection of vices waiting at home for her.
The comments box of the last post was full of lazy-assed people regaling tales of happy slothfulness and I must admit I like my vices. They keep me going through the day and bring a little joy into my sorry, addicted life. I can probably cover most of the seven deadly sins (except I don't do jealousy) in a twenty-four hour period and any that I might have missed are happily added into my weekend programme.
I have tried to have guilt over my vices and sins but I am hopeless. I love a little wickedness in my life and surely I am not the only one who bit deep into the apple?