More to love

Please sir, I want some more.
Mooooore?!?!?!?
(Oliver Twist)

I want stuff and lots of it.

Greed is one of the seven deadly sins, and I'm a card-carrying member of the "Gimme Brigade". It is an integral part of my character.  I got sticky fingers, ain't no denyin'.  Not to a point of theft (the guilt would shatter me), or to a point of covetessness (one sin at a time), but if I see something and feel my eyes widen and my mouth round to an "O", yeah, I'm pretty much hooked.

What kind of stuff?  Well, let's see now...

Houses
Clothes
Furniture
Dogs
Moonlit trysts
Books
Views
Hair
Sunlit trysts
Violins
Chauffeurs
Conversations
Sea air
Unlit by shadows trysts
Sparkly things
Paintings
Perfume
Poolboys
And a hat with a feather

I ache for this stuff.  Some, I have none.  Some, I have some.  Some, I will have.  Some, sadly, not.  My itch for them lays somewhere under my dermis, ever present, but these things I regard as somewhat unattainable.  Very, very special things that I only aquire if I feel I deserve them.  Treats...if I can nab 'em. 

You've no doubt noticed the lack of, or even the barest of hints of, food.  For one who glories in the tasty, I don't really think I've got a greed on for food.  Why? I'm guessing 'cuz it's all around me, all the time and I don't even think about it...is this ringing a bell?

My gimme-ness is based on, again, the rarity of some of my wants.  The rarer the stuff in question (do they even have poolboys any more?), the more precious they appear to me.  Food? Good heavens, I live in a first world country, the stuff farely pours out into the streets.  And, to be honest, I look at it all and say, "Meh."

Today at the office, a local pizza joint delivered up a pizza, gratis.  Just 'cuz. Was I hungry? Hell no, I had just had lunch.  Did I have some?  Heavens to betsy, 3 pieces.  I channelled Sir Edmund Hillary - "It was there."

This was not a question of greed - there was plenty for all and I believe there are still leftovers - this was a question of "whatever".  It's food. It's free. Eat it.

Wow.  Automaton eating. 

If I wasn't surrounded by the stuff, if it was a wee bit rarer, would I go about mindlessly face-stuffing myself?  Nope, I don't think so.  My greed is a puritanical one.  I would take only what I needed, or only what I relished, give it the honour it deserves.  In a way, the lessening of it would make it...well...even more.

I can't wave a wand and make all the food stalls disappear.  I haven't the strength to hoist the office refrigerator off the balcony (thereby crushing the lovely on-the-house 'za delivery guy,and it's not his fault!).  But I think what I'm gonna try and do is pause and think a bit.  Like in my last blog, awareness is all.  And, in this case, my take on greediness may even become a virtue.

And that would be a feather in my hat.