#Sevendeadlysings

[animejammin]

Manga Written By Nakaba Suzuki

[eggceereal]

((This is loon/nightmaresoldier-gazimon)) Your brand is kitty faces (y'know, :3, owo, Ꮚ•̀ꈊ•́Ꮚ, stuff like that), sunshine, soft shapes, softer animals, pastel yellow, cool art, love for your friends, sprouts in pavement, and worn pencil crayons! Also egg. Always egg. Never not egg. You can't escape the legacy of eggster. Should you forget it, I will make you remember. ((PS - Keep smiling!))

loon… im love these?? this is super old im sowwy i didnt get to it before but it makes me smile that you associate these things with me!!

[kinghorsehead]

sevendeadlysiblings replied to your post: KUNG POW

God I wish it were me but it’s not

I’m in physical pain because of this ask and I don’t even know who to point fingers at

[dearhr]

Unemployment and the Seven Deadly Sins: Episode 2- GREED

GREED

Synonyms: avarice, rapacity, covetousness

You might be wondering how the issue of greed ties in with unemployment.  After all, one look into my last bank statement reveals that I've by no means pursued material goods at excessive rates.  My expenses are primarily related to car repairs, insurance, and that pesky storage unit that serves as a constant reminder of my inability to set out on my own in my own place.  For me, the issue of greed deals more with that last synonym- covetousness.  A craving for possession.

Overlapping a bit with envy and lust, to be discussed later, I'm certainly guilty of craving a great many things.  Some I don't fault myself for.  I mean, really, who is going to think less of me for desiring a good job?  Nobody.  It's a normal desire and one we're trained to have from day 1.  Good jobs represent good character, strong judgement, and responsibility.

So what if we can't find one?

The answer, in short, is that it screws you up, both mentally and physically (also for a later discussion).

To go back to my original topic of greed, I've noticed changes as I've been unemployed.  I used to be perfectly content with the idea of a stable job and security, the dream of one day having a small house to share with someone where I could curl up with the dog when it rained and plant a small garden to enjoy in the warm summer months.  That's no longer the case.

Nowadays, it's not unusual for me to peruse luxury estate ads between job applications, look at fancy jewlery in the store windows, or think of how I can maybe someday rake in a disgustingly high salary- all at the expense of my previous plans to save the planet (or at least make a noble effort) and be content in my own, albeit small, piece of the universe.

If I didn't know myself better, I'd say my lofty ideals had simply morphed into the "practical" economical sense that drives so many.  It's a scary thought, and yet, not as scary as that of what I think is really happening.

I'm so afraid that I won't find a job or ever obtain that little bit of security that I no longer focus on achieving it.  That cozy cottage seems just as attainable right now as the estates worthy of a Vanderbuilt.  I'm so far from achieving my dreams of contributing in a substanative way that I now entertain the notion of a radically different career path.  Not out of interest in a new field, but because they're equally achievable at this point.

At the same time I've noticed how dangerously easy it's becoming for me to slip into an attitude of indifference towards those even less fortunate than me.  I haven't progressed to Scrooge-like levels yet, but I also notice what little extras I have I cling to so tightly.  I may be unemployed and barely breaking even, but I'll be damned if I won't enjoy the occasional $4 latte.  I used to think that I'd be the type of person that would give until I could give no more.  I couldn't possibly be one of those hoarding types.

Unemployment; however, has taught me I'm just as human as everyone else.  It's exposed a darker, more survivalist side of myself I wasn't in touch with before, and I never hoped to be.  I want more, and since more could just as easily be a mansion atop a hill as a budget apartment downtown, it doesn't seem wrong to desire such blatant excess anymore.

So far, I'm taking it in stride.  It's normal to want what you feel you can't or never will have- it's even more alluring when you feel you have nothing.  When I get a job, I'm sure the greedy attitude will be snuffed out by the return of a more practical and emotionally balanced 9-5'er.  But what if it isn't?  What if I've become so jaded and cynical through this process that my deepest moral compass has been reset to permanent survival of the fittest mode? Has feeling like I've been left wanting financially, intellectually, and emotionally for the past year left me in a permanent state of always grasping at the next straw while eying down the road for a bigger, brighter opportunity?

I certainly hope not.