I have sinned.
As I read these three words I have just now written I recognize that they are simplistically naive and redundant
For when have I ever NOT sinned?
Which demands that I decide WHAT CONSTITUTES SINNING? in context of my declaration.
So I turn to Google. There I am immersed in lengthy discussion and definition.
Didn't really learn anything new.
So I return to my confession.
No, no — not that kind of confession. I am not Catholic. Not even religious.
My sin of the moment is a violation of a self-imposed rule — that I must avoid, or at least limit the consumption of sugar. Because it has noticeable harmful effects on my physical well being.
So I forego the delight of cookies and cake. But, oh, how I love chocolate!
Like an old song that keeps playing in my mind, my consciousness is infected by a craving. A remorseless demanding, longing . . . for Oreo cookies.
After long, interminable restraint I yielded. I bought a package, wrapped in blue, and set about to satiate my longing.
I placed the Oreos on my dining table, and lustfully gazed in delicious anticipation at the illustration on the package. Carefully, with a sharp knife, I slit the wrapper, and opened it like an eager husband undressing his bride. I gazed upon the three rows of brown, crispy cream filled sandwiches, inviting me, tempting me …
I shall eat but one.
It will eat only one .
I will not eat more than one.
And when I was done I realized that the row of Oreos which I so quickly consumed had contained fifteen cookies.
Amen.
1 comment:
VERY funny
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