Seven Deadly Sins Meme - Day 2
Feb. 1st, 2011 01:12 pmDAY 2- Envy!
With this "Deadly Sin," I need to draw a careful distinction between Greed and Envy. Material goods don't make me envious, although I'd often really like to have more shiny things. Very little actually makes me truly envious, because I've stopped letting that be so important to me. However, when I let myself think about it, there are a few things that, when I see them in the spotlight or am reminded that I lack these things, they make me feel a solid twist of envy. So here they are, in no particular order.
1. Height. I've always felt I should have been 6'1", because my significantly lesser height simply can't contain my awesomeness. I don't FEEL short. I never did. And so when I am suddenly reminded, at various points in time, that I'm short, I feel a random flash of bitterness that I'm lacking about a foot of height that I SHOULD have, dammit.
2. Clear skin. Just not fair, okay? I'm clean, I've used every treatment known to mankind, and unless I use a steady supply of prescription meds just for my own vanity, I still break out like a teenage boy. Yeah, I get envious of people who have naturally clear skin.
3. Anatomy that fits my gender. Is that too much to ask?
4. Perfect eyesight. I wear contacts. Most people don't even realize that I need corrective lenses unless they know me very well. I've needed corrective lenses since I was 10. I can't make out people's faces from three feet away without my glasses. Most people don't think of glasses as a prosthetic, but ever since I was in Basic Training for the Army, that's all I can think of them as. I had to wear these horrible "birth control glasses" while I was in training. It's not the ugly factor I cared about. It was that they were heavy, didn't fit right, gave me terrible headaches, got scratched easily, fogged up in the rain, flopped around while I ran, and bordered on torture. For SIX MONTHS. And I couldn't take them off, because without them, I couldn't see anything. With corrective lenses, I was an expert rifleman. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to shoot the broad side of a barn. I was absolutely DEPENDENT on them. To me, corrective lenses are a crutch and a prosthetic and it's terrifying when I've had them taken from me. Someday, if my doctor says there are no contradictions, and I trust the technology a little bit better, I'm getting Lasik.
5. A spotlight. Let me explain. I don't actually give a shit about "fame" in the modern sense, so that's not what I'm talking about. BUT... I love to entertain. I got my first taste of a stage when I was 6, but then I joined a semi-pro chorus when I was 12 (it was an adult chorus, and I was the youngest member). I fucking love to entertain. I want a stage and a spotlight. I want to create music for people to listen to. I want to bring stories and characters to life. I want an audience to take it all in. And I want it to be ME up there.
6. The time, money, and resources needed to get a doctorate degree.
7. Straight teeth. Never got braces as a kid. My teeth are healthy. However, just like my height can't contain my awesomeness, I actually have a small mouth (save the wise cracks) that can't contain my teeth. Most of them are okay, but I have this ONE that is severely crowded, and it actually kinda hurts. I want a nice smile.
So, that's what makes me envious. Huh... that almost seems innocent. Tomorrow's installment, WRATH, ought to be more entertaining.