Wrath, avarice, sloth, pride, lust, envy, gluttony. And the newest one; oblivia. I’m pretty sure I just made up the term, but I wanted it to have a biblical ring to it. Say it with me out loud.
O-bliv-i-a. Has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?
I’m hoping to make it a popular girl’s name in about a decade, but you heard it here first.
The meaning is exactly the same as “oblivious,” and whether it is forgetting to feed the dog due to enchantment with the latest Nintendo-box game or stepping over a basket of folded laundry helpfully placed in the middle of the stairs by Mom, my teenagers have such a case of oblivia that were it the flu, they would be in the Intensive Care Unit.
Come to think of it, all my kids have it. All six of the wallet vacuums. Not a one notices the lawn needs to be mowed or the dishes piling up in the sink, but God forbid I forget to feed them a single lousy meal. You would think the world was coming to an end with the way they whine and writhe on the floor in pangs of famine.
Damn it, I fed you yesterday. I’m busy writing a blog post.