The modern understanding of sloth is that it is a term to denote laziness. However, in its original context, as a deadly sin, sloth meant sadness or despair. Apparently melancholy was perceived as a sin because that meant you were not enjoying and appreciating all the good things God had created for you.
I rather like the concept of sloth as goth. Under that definition I do indeed indulge in the sin of sloth. Those self-indulgent moments of "it's all too hard", the quivering lower lip at the injustice of it all, the playing of misery music, wallowing. Sometimes it is justified, and I have good cause to feel less than overjoyed with my current life situation, but other times it is an unwarranted, unwelcome visitor, swiftly draping a heavy cloak of sadness over my shoulders. It can be shaken off but sometimes there is a perverse pleasure to be had from wearing it for a while.
The more recent idea of sloth as idleness or apathy doesn't really apply in my circumstances. I can be lazy, or course, and opt for sitting on my arse with a good book rather than cleaning the fridge or emptying the bin, but most of the time I prefer to get things done. I can't bear things not to be the way I like them, so am always driven out of my armchair eventually.
I dislike laziness. I particularly dislike lazy blogging. Slothful blog posts include links to YouTube (check out this fab music video!), crappy quiz results (I am 98% mermaid!), and Sugasm. None of these involve any actual thought or writing talent and the "authors" should be smacked soundly around the legs and forced to repent.