It would be so much easier for me to be a good person

and have sympathetic feelings for the truly unfortunate - ie the homeless in places of below-freezing weather - if they didn't smell like urine. There's a homeless person in this coffeeshop right now, and it almost makes me begrudge the warm interior space to her because it impinges on MY comfort to put up with the urine smell.

I often wish that I didn't betray such patently obvious signs that I'm going to hell.