Monday, October 17, 2011
Storming the castle with the Green-eyed Monster
Then I started thinking that this really isn't a new problem; it's a really, really old problem. It's called Envy.
I know it when I see it: because I suffer from it. I'd love to be able buy really expensive (REALLY expensive) shoes. You know those women who have house-sized closets? I want to be one of 'em. I drool over designer fashions, shiny magazine ads, expensive makeup, and glittery jewels.
I shop at Goodwill.
That's reality. I deal with it. I have a nice wardrobe, and consider myself quite well-dressed. What I wish I had is not going to happen, so I get what I want within the realm of my reality.
Is that what is going on with the folks occupying Wall Street, and all the other baby-occupations that have sprouted up? Are they simply envious of what others have and they don't? As I said, I'm still puzzling over the whole thing, but I'm betting envy is part of it. After all, we humans don't keep inventing new sins - we simply recycle the same ones. Isn't that the problem that Adam and Eve had, after all? They simply wanted what God had: omnipotence. That snake whispered that it was within their reach, and they snatched that apple.
Maybe they should have just staged a sit-in....