Cicero said, "it is a great thing to know our vices." I'm not so sure. But...since I haven't made a good list in a while...I thought I'd make a list of the ones I can think of right now. I know this list is going to be extremly incomplete and unstructured and will probably make no sence so if you think of any more vices and want to add them...go for it. I really wont be offended. Actually, I think it might be good for me to see everything that is wrong with me out there at one time. Kind of like a mental spring cleaning.
1. Materialism. I love...stuff. I love having things. I think by having new, unnessasary things I am becoming closer to the percieved elite. The social elite, not academic. I crave new things....it's really kind of bad actually.
2. Vanity. I constantly worry about looking "right" and about the image I project. This week, my friends and I decided that I'm going to become the next post-rehab Nicole Richie. The sad thing is that I would love to be the next Anna Nicole, but I can't go that porn-star blonde. It'd wash me out. Also, my abhorance to the color pink might get in the way...
3. Shoes. Oh my God. Shoes. (its a Kelly song...dont worry about it if you dont get it). I love shoes. Shoe shopping makes me probably happier than it should. 
But, its nice because your feet never get fat so when you need that little pick-me-up, you can always go and pick out an outragiously amazing pair like these Pedro Garcia satin pumps. And I think with shoes you can have a bit more leeway. Especially at work. I mean, it's important to be professional and wear a suit and I guess dress the part completly (maybe even moreso when you're not considered to be in the majors yet). But, I see no problem if you're wearing a really nice, professional, adult-looking outfit and then having a fun pair of shoes. I think, for me at least, I need that little "me" element in whatever I'm wearing so I don't feel like a complete sellout to my (occationally hideous) fashionista, 20 minutes out of NYC for 18 years, friends who have been signed by Ford, learned to model walk in 5th grade roots.
But, its nice because your feet never get fat so when you need that little pick-me-up, you can always go and pick out an outragiously amazing pair like these Pedro Garcia satin pumps. And I think with shoes you can have a bit more leeway. Especially at work. I mean, it's important to be professional and wear a suit and I guess dress the part completly (maybe even moreso when you're not considered to be in the majors yet). But, I see no problem if you're wearing a really nice, professional, adult-looking outfit and then having a fun pair of shoes. I think, for me at least, I need that little "me" element in whatever I'm wearing so I don't feel like a complete sellout to my (occationally hideous) fashionista, 20 minutes out of NYC for 18 years, friends who have been signed by Ford, learned to model walk in 5th grade roots. 4. Sex. I dont know if its more of the intense need I have for physical contact or my depseration to feel needed or if I'm just a whore....And I know I have no self-respect. But I never had any. So it's not like I'm losing my self-worth every time I get used. And I realize that I am getting used. I'm not ok with that but, I figure it could be worse. I think it's better to have a purpose (albet temporary) than not have one at all.
5. Cigarettes. They taste amazing and I look really good with one. And I know they're going to give me cancer. But, everybody in my family dies from Aazheimer's & Parkinson's. Basically I'm going to lose control of my body but I wont care because my mind will be long gone. And when that happens, I'm not going to want to live. So by smoking, I'm just insuring that I wont have to stick around here when it all goes to hell.
yeah...I know there are more. But...let's just palitate what we've got so far. I'm materialistic, vain, a shoes whore, a slut and I love cigarettes. Pretty good, no?
Maybe...maybe I really am just Eurotrash by any other name.
No comments:
Post a Comment