Because I live in the greatest country ever dreamed up and made real, I have the time, freedom and mental energy to think through nonsense such as this. Much gratitude to the founding fathers. I wouldn't be here without you. Love you guys. I mean it.
Yesterday I happened to read about a woman who washes out and reuses her ziploc baggies. She does this from a "waste not, want not" perspective, while also doing her small part to conserve resources and throw away less stuff. Before you start rolling your eyes at me (yes, I can see you, stop it already), I'm not even within a stone's throw of earth-worshiping environmental maniac territory. But I do like to keep a clean house, and the earth is the only home I have.
I thought through her reasoning, and it made sense. I could easily see myself doing the same with absolutely no negative impact upon my time or lifestyle.
So why is it that when I rinsed out my avocado-half-containing baggie this morning and laid it to rest bottom side up on the draining board, I had the distinct feeling that I had taken the first, irrevocable step into crazy lady town?
And now I am sitting on pins and needles, knowing that the moment I step foot outside my door, I will be ambushed by all the homeless cats in the neighborhood, assuming that they now have the green light to move in with me. I can feel their bulgy eyes piercing through my walls.
Thanks a lot, baggie washing woman who put this fool idea in my head.
