Another day picking up trash

26 May

7:47 pm

Another afternoon of picking up trash–I filled three more 13-gallon bags. UGH. I just do not get it; I mean, this place is kind of known for being “dirty,” but I had NO IDEA just how true that is until I spent time picking up trash!?

I was so angry after my 2.5 hours today, and I still am. Kind of feeling defeated. It makes me want to leave; to move. (Then, I think of the bush, the animals who live there, and my obligation is to them; they care for me, help me maintain my sanity; I really owe it to them.) It makes me NOT want to go to the beaches just because, ugh, who KNOWS what people have let leach into the water! I wonder, why is it OK for some people to “shit where they eat?” Why? How?

I have to let it go, but it is hard to do; every single person who drove by me today–save for two cars; one of them offered to take the two bags I had collected to the compactor for me–well, they just drove by. Just drive on by, maybe this plastic will decompose 6,000 years from now, I mumbled; I swore up at someone’s house; I glared at the dude on the side of the hill who always eats there and then, throws his trash down (I had JUST finished picking up after him–granted, I think he has some sort of mental illness). Not good, not good; not very gracious. Probably shouldn’t do this if I am not in a happier mood, right?

(I also walked down to a local beach, where we used to take our dogs, and saw a fresh pile of trash, right next to the water, from over the holiday weekend–SURE, people, it’s definitely OK to just leave your garbage on the beach after a day of partying; especially since people and dogs like to go to this beach because it is hidden and usually pretty clean!)

As cars sped past me, one after another, I was starting to feel like a character in a dystopian future, deserted, fending for myself after some sort of natural disaster that has ruined Earth, dust covering my face and mouth, collecting whatever odd bits of detritus there remains, maybe to eat, maybe to make things I need. Well, if I ever end up here after a nuclear fallout, I will definitely have a lot of garbage to sustain me for a while. Ugh!?

It’s just so…in opposition to the beauty of this place; then again, it has always been this way here–I think I’m just seeing it with open eyes, an open mind. I am seeing it for what it is, a beautiful dump that is abused and used by people who live here, people who visit, people. I don’t know why I feel so disgusted; I have been living here for five years and managed to walk on by the trash for all that time myself. Maybe it’s just gotten worse since we went away for those two years and came back? Maybe, actually.

Anyhoo, I am going to let it go and move on. I guess I’m glad that it still matters to me, that I still care; I could just be like, eh, whatever. That, along with the 12 bags of trash off the side of the road, is a definite positive outcome to all this! (hoping I don’t have nasty dreams of playing with trash tonight, though…)

5 Responses to “Another day picking up trash”

  1. Eve May 26, 2020 at 11:38 pm #

    Hey, I understand then feeling about people not caring about trash. Could you not organize an event? We do it in our community, even sometimes making it a challenge of who can collect most garbage 😊 For me it helps really to not doing it alone, that just breeds resentment in me. So maybe there are some other folks around you who might give you a hand?

    • Drunky Drunk Girl May 27, 2020 at 12:31 am #

      Yes, I am quickly discovering that it is not something you should do alone, for the very reason you say. We do have cleanups here, but I don’t think one has happened in a while in our ‘hood. Will check on it! Thanks for your comment–xx

  2. Paige May 27, 2020 at 3:37 pm #

    I couldn’t agree with you more! There are few things that infuriate me more than littering – how do people have the mentality to think it’s okay to just throw their crap on the floor? I swear that since going sober I notice discarded beers cans EVERYWHERE that I never noticed before too. Thank you so much for being the kind of person who takes action! x

  3. sober slimming June 1, 2020 at 11:19 am #

    It’s so sad to see how people don’t respect the environment. Here in London we have a generation of young people who leave the little gas bottle things around. My partner and I go for a walk in our lovely church gardens and they is piles of them and empty bottles and cans. Really sad to see.

  4. Geri Lawhon September 10, 2020 at 2:37 pm #

    Great post; unfortunately some people are just pigs and will never change.

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