Let’s be honest: the five-Martinis-at-lunch-induced belly doesn’t go so well with the Weiner.
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I’m not immoral. I’m not just not ashamed to admit that I am human and that I possess human wants, needs and desires. Just like everyone else. Even after reading and re-reading and re-reading again my post about Lust, I’ll still stand by my honesty. Be careful before you cast stones.
Today I’ll admit to my gluttonous nature. Gluttony, as defined by dictionary.com, is excessive eating and drinking. From all of the various definitions out there, I’m taking it to mean any habit in which one has no control over. Whether it be food, alcohol, illicit drugs, ciggies, sex… whatever. You know it, I’ve got them all covered.
Admittedly, I am a total fan of Taco Hell. When Diva went on a diet last year and cut all fast food out of the diet, Taco Hell took a major hit and their stock dropped immediately. Yes, I am a serious Taco Hell glutton. No mas. No mas. I am a burritoholic. My willpower sucks. Gluttony at its finest. Too bad there isn’t a Del Taco in Tennesse. It would really be on then.
However, also encapsulated within the definition is excessive drinking. BINGO. That would be me again. I admit, I partake of my fair share of intoxicating beverages. I’m a hard working, professional in the biomedical equipment business all week long, with the exception of the occassional Wednesday outing.
On Friday night, I tend to dive to the bottom of the Michelob Light (and more recently Mich Ultra Amber) and take an evening long swim.
Maybe it will get me elected to public office one day. At least nobody could dig any bones out of my closet. They’ve already been exposed.
In the 6th century, Pope Gregory the Great named the seven deadly as follows: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Vengeance, Envy, and Pride.
Lust, as defined at Dictionary.com, is an intense sexual desire or appetite, or an uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or craving.
I’m human. I am admittedly full of lustful thoughts. I can’t help it. God made me a catty creature. If I see somebody totally hot, male or female, I automatically think about how hot they are and become somewhat fervent.
Adultery? Cheating? Same thing… all of it, lumped into lust.
I’m not saying I’d go out and have an affair or wicked one-night-stand with any hottie individual that came my way, no, at least not any more. What I am saying is that due to unsatisfying situations in my past, I have indulged in certain extra-curricular activities and enjoyed them immensely.
As a human creature, one has desires that might not be quenched without lust coming into play. Simply spelled out, if you’re not getting what you want and need at home, you’re going to go out and find it.
People can deny their corrupt human nature all they want. But it’s there inside all of us. It just depends on if one has the overwhelming urge to act on it.
Look at our politicians. Look at our Holy leaders. They all claim to be best friends with Jesus, then turn around and condemn one another shaking hands with the devil. As it turns out they are all just as guilty as the other. Come on, kids.
Brother Newt Fast Willie and Monica did the deed. (Well kind of). Jimmy Swaggart was banging a prostitute while he condemned Jim Baker, who was having an affair behind his wife’s back.
So, I’ve decided that I’m going to embrace my human nature for what it is.
MMMMMM….. beer!
