🧨 Truth Bomb Tuesday: Lust, Love & Fish Tanks

A deep dive into desire, deadliest sins, and one truly questionable aquarium.

Let me set the scene. It’s a Monday night, I’m beginning to pack up the house—entertainment while working. Good convo, low-stakes therapy session with a friend. We’re just chatting about life, relationships, summer plans, maybe a little philosophical pondering about the state of humanity (as one does), and the new house

.

And then, like an emotional plot twist from a Netflix rom-com no one greenlit, the conversation takes a hard left turn.

Sex gifts.

Yup. Gifts. For. The. Bedroom.

And listen, I'm no prude—I’ve seen my fair share of candles, massage oils, fuzzy handcuffs that look like they came from a 2007 Spencer’s sale bin. But nothing prepared me for what came next.

“So... I got a fish tank.”

Me: “Wait…like an actual fish tank?”

Them: “Yes. An aquarium. With fish. It was a sex gift.”

Me, blinking aggressively: “…Like… for ambience?”

Them, dead serious: “Let’s make fish tanks great again.”

I sat there, fully stunned, clutching my drink like it could somehow explain anything that was happening. Because let’s be real—there are kinks, and then there are aquatic-themed lifestyle choices.

Now, as someone who recently took an entire Seven Deadly Sins seminar at Virginia Wesleyan University (shout out to that WES-300 life), this moment practically screamed, “USE YOUR DEGREE, GIRL.”

And wouldn’t you know it—I was assigned Lust. Of course I was.

👄 Let’s Talk Lust (And Not Just the Bedroom Kind)

Lust is so often reduced to sweaty glances, late-night texts, and whatever’s hiding in the top drawer of someone’s nightstand.But academically? Philosophically? Hormonally?

It’s desire.Unfiltered, insatiable, electric.

The kind of feeling that wakes you up at 3 a.m. with an idea for a painting, a need to reorganize your spice cabinet by color, or yes, an inexplicable craving for a fish tank hookup.

Lust is that primal nudge that says, “I want it now.” And sometimes that “it” is a person. Other times, it’s 37 items in an Amazon cart and a vague sense of reinvention.

📚 Flashback to My Paper:

Lust: Natural Desire or Deadly Sin?

My argument? Lust isn’t evil—it’s just misunderstood. It only gets messy when we ignore consent, lose self-control, or forget that real intimacy doesn’t require a coupon code or a beta fish.

And let’s be honest—without lust, we’d probably still be hunting for dates on MySpace and using scented lotion as a personality trait.

💣 Real Talk: Lust Isn’t the Villain

Lust is what fuels connection. Creation. Curiosity. It's the butterfly in your stomach when someone texts “I'm outside” or when you buy new throw pillows and suddenly feel like your whole life is together.

The sin happens when we don’t know how to channel it. When we chase feelings with no depth, swipe out of boredom, or give people fish tanks without context.

And if you think I’m exaggerating about the fish tank—I wish I was. The fish are real. The

lust? Questionable. The vibe? Immaculate chaos.

🧠 A Little Truth to Chew On:

What have you been lusting after lately?Is it love? A new job? A soft pretzel and uninterrupted silence?Is it something you’re chasing? Or is it chasing you?

Because lust doesn’t always look like lingerie. Sometimes it looks like ambition. Or reinvention. Or a Target trip that spiraled.

💬 Let’s Make This Awkwardly Interactive:

Drop your weirdest gift story below.Or better yet—tell me if you’ve ever received (or given) something that made the other person question your entire life philosophy.

Bonus points if it involved a pet store.