A True Catholic?

Ironic really.  I can not stand Gluttonous people. I can't stand them because they have the audacity to look down on me and "mine".  By mine I mean my people.  We are the people who lived in the city before living in the city was a thing.  We are the paycheck to paycheck clinging to life people who pull their last five bucks out to help a neighbor.  We love Beef and Beers and pizza and have one funeral outfit.  We shovel our own walks and walk our dogs and pray every morning that our car will start.  I went to college and I have an okay job but I never really went the whole "career" route.  What I do does not define who I am.  It defines what I can afford but not not who I am.  It defines my car not my soul.

I am good with me until I go to Church.  There I see HER.  She is a Mercedes SUV driving, designer purse carrying,  well coiffed condescending Catholic.  She who sees herself as a paragon of virtue and talks about how she is blessed ad nauseam.  She actually believes that she is  the personification of Catholicism.  But wait isn't Gluttony still a sin?  Didn't Jesus tell us to live as he did?  I'm pretty sure he didn't own three homes and multiple boats and more cars than they can drive.  I am pretty sure that He shuns the trappings and yet somehow Tracy Trappings has become a the picture of the living Church.  She is a Eucharistic Minister.  She who takes more then the world than three families need, she has the kahunas to stand on the Altar and hold her head high.  What is SHE DOING there?  How does she have the guts to park her 60,000 dollar car, carry her 1,800 dollar  purse and look down on me?  She makes less money than I do.  Her husband, an ignorant swine of a man, makes a ton of money.  He owns tow trucks and gas stations and quickie marts.  He barely graduated from High School and has the social skills of a nasty fourth grader but hot dang he sure is rich!  So here is the ironic part. I disdain the way she looks down on me and yet aren't I doing the same thing?

No one really LOVES brushing their teeth, I get that.  I would rather hibernate for five more minutes than stand at bathroom sink, but brush I do.  I brush for the good of us all.  I brush because I smoke and because I drink Coffee and I brush because it's the nice thing to do.  After a long nights' slumber some kind of something builds up in there and frankly, it smells.

I work with a 20 something, a millennial, a Barney Kid.  He was told from birth that he was special.  He was given participation trophies and spirit awards and lots of orange slices at soccer games.  His self esteem was protected, coddled and, in my opinion, way overly developed.  He has been with our company for more than a year and wears the very same pants EVERY SINGLE DAY.  The pants smell.  The nasty little sneakers smell and most of all his breath is beyond pungent.  As a co-worker and not a boss, I certainly will not be the one to point this out.  The last time I pointed out something lil' Skipper did wrong I was given a good talkin to.  Turns out, lil' Skipper is sensitive.  I was told that while it wrong that lil" Skips STOLE A CLIENT he didn't mean to.  He did  it "on accident."  See, lil' Skipper is just a kid so he can make lil' mistakes like that.  He can be late EVERY DAY because his presence here is not noticed.  He has no responsibility.  No one counts on him to open the office or answer the phone or be held accountable like the rest of us because he is a MILD.  He is a Man-Child playing grown-up from 9-5.

My question is at what point will he assume responsibility for his life?  He complains persistently about his student loans because no one told him how expensive college was going to be.  I asked about the promissory notes that I, my college friends and my own children all signed and he said that no one really reads them.  I explained that my children know exactly how much they are borrowing and as such chose in State tuition options.  He chose a grossly expensive Engineering school where he majored in Education.  But that too was a mistake and ultimately, not his fault.

So it's not his fault he has loans.  It's not his fault that he is not on time to work.  It is not his fault that stole a client.  It is not his fault that he doesn't do Laundry.  I understand all of that but can we please agree that at least it's his fault that he doesn't brush his teeth?  Can we at least hold precious lil' Skippr accountable for that much?