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The need for blank VHS tapes engulfs me. I am repulsed by my desires and driven to despair by my addiction to cheap, black, athletic socks. I deeply regret this willful error and shall no doubt suffer karmically for this sin. What sin you may ask? I confess in shame, "I'm going to Wal-mart tonight."

And it's not just for socks and blank video tapes, folks. It gets even worse. I'm looking for a substitute for attentive gardening, also known as "Super Thrive."

I have this tendency to bring plants to the brink of death with neglect, and then, with much anxiety, lamentation and guilt I do everything within my power to revive them.

Every time I plant a garden I tell myself, "This garden is a metaphor for the state of your soul. Nothing will grow in this poisoned, cursed spot which is fit only for noxious weeds, horrifyingly freaky bugs, and grotesque decay."

"God will not let my garden grow," I reason with myself, "in order to show me just how wretched and depraved I've become." With much sorrow and grief I till my garden and plant my seeds. Sweet, life-giving tears of repentance do not come--only fruitless self-loathing.

In spite of this futile fatalism, I water the garden every so often, just to see, if by chance, God will forgive me and cause something to grow. Maybe, just maybe, Love will conquer all, even me, fallen and wretched American that I am.

If something grows, it will mean God forgives me and has shown me a sign of rich mercy.

Something grew last year and I watched the fruit fall and rot on the ground.


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May. 19th, 2004 06:21 pm (UTC)
I understand!
Every year I toil with the labors of tilling my 10x4 garden plot. Every year. I spend time planting and composting. Waiting for those little seeds to sprout. Tenderly plucking the fruit of my labor...Oh, the glory...

Then by August, I could care less. I've given up weeding, watering, picking, caring.
May. 19th, 2004 06:38 pm (UTC)
Sometimes it's easier to let the garden go to grass...

But even grass can look good if you take proper care of it. And God will show you that the grass is greener on your side of the fence. :)

Now... what do you need all those blank VHS tapes for?
May. 19th, 2004 09:34 pm (UTC)
I think that's the first time I've ever heard anyone use gardeing as a metaphor for the state of their soul.


The black socks and VHS tapes part worries me a bit though. ;)

May. 20th, 2004 12:43 am (UTC)
I have also commited the sin of shopping at Walmart. For similar reasons to yours (not socks and blank tapes, but just stuff that I thought I needed right away). I need to make a flail that I can use to scourge myself after such foul deeds.

The last time I went to Walmart, when I thought I absolutely had to have a new computer game and Walmart was the only place that had any copies left, I had the box in my greedy little hands, was walking to the checkout and suddenly was overcome with revulsion. Tossed the box in some sale bin and left with a nice feeling.

The closest I've ever had to a garden is a plant an ex-roomie's girlfriend gave me for watching her dog for a week. Somehow, it still lives after about 5 years of neglect. I water it when I notice it and I've stuck a few of those plant feeding stakes in it's pot a few times. I suppose it still being alive after being neglected like that is a fitting metaphor for my soul.
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May. 20th, 2004 01:26 pm (UTC)
The creation does contain weeds and some of them will sting you or make you sick if you eat them.
May. 21st, 2004 01:28 am (UTC)
I take good care of my plants at first,but then something goes awry. The weeds hold them hostage. And my tools become rusty. :)
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