Acedia is the New Sloth

In her book on acedia, (the entire title is stupid so I won't post it... look her up) Poet Kathleen Norris writes about my own personal 7 deadly sins: sloth sloth sloth sloth sloth sloth and sloth. Formerly known as laziness, I have now upgraded my character defect to a full-blown sin. 


And a sin is cooler than a defect these days. Being bad is good. It implies choice. It implies thumbing your nose at your higher power. It implies it's your life and if you choose to throw it away on Chee-zits and Jerry Springer re-runs, well GOOD for YOU.


So thanks, Mrs. Norris. (the ridiculous title tells us she's married-- like we care, that she hangs with monks -- if we're reading it, we've all done so at some time or another, and that the book is about her experience. It's a memoir. DUH) For a smart woman, she sure picked a stupid publisher, assuming it's the publisher who chose the title.


Was it the oh
so
clever
alliteration they were so fond of it twisted their brains? WARNING: Alliteration is sometimes okay in poetry. In prose it is mostly obnoxious.

Marriage, me, monks, monkees, motorcyles, menstruation, mobs, mangled menparts, mangoes, and mountains may be my Memoir.

Or Narcissists, nails, knives, knuckleheads, NeverNeverLand, nope, nobody, Negligent, nefarious Nothingness. (all about my marriage)


I do try to improve. I have so many personalities I will never be any one way, good or bad. I hope at least to always be amusing.