yep, i’m participating in blog action day where all of us nerds with blogs write about how we can do something good for the environment.
first of all, let’s get something straight: what i’m not gonna do is sit here and tell you all of the good things i do to help the environment. because if i were reading that, i’d think,’ yay for you. can you even see me from way up there on your non-recycled soapbox?’. (i had a chemical peel this morning, so things may be a little tart from this point on.)
what i am going to do is tell you what makes me want to do good things for the environment. and either they will make you want to help to or they will make you want to go burn a pile of tires afterwards. i can’t say for sure.
durtbagz and happy people are what make me want to be good to planet earf.
let me ‘splain.
durtbagz is a simple one. i like toting mine around and showing them off, (wrong as they may be right now), because i almost always get comments on them. even when they go something like:
random person: ‘what is that?’
me: ‘a person in a wheelchair with flames coming out the back of the chair, going off of a ramp, jumping over a car. what does it look like?’
so, being that i like to flash them around town, i love taking them to the grocery store. yes, i know i already posted about this once, but whatever. i’m required to today so you get a bit of a repeat. so in short, having a durtbag makes me want to help the environment. i can see the headline now, “durtbagz save the plant.” uh, duh.
now, having said that, remember when i made a pledge to not use anymore plastic bags until the new year? yeah, i’m a bad person. i can remember twice so far, off hand, that i’ve arrived at the check out going, oops. i do get paper, but really, they aren’t much better. so i’m trying, but i’m not perfect. and although i do like to cart around random durtbagz, let’s be real. i don’t have one with me at all times. (sometimes durtbagz just aren’t appropriate).
on to next reason: happy people.
when you see someone that is happy, especially if it’s a stranger in some random place, it makes you want to be happy. and sometimes, it makes you want to make someone else happy, stranger or friend.
it’s kind of a trickle down effect that happens. like a pay it forward, kind of deal. let’s say you see a random stranger walking down the sidewalk, smiling for no reason that you can see. just happy and smiling. this, typically, makes me smile. then, smiling makes me happy. being happy makes me want to do something good, even if it takes a little extra effort.
let’s face it. if you are happy and smiling, what are the chances of you walking by a random piece of trash on the ground and leaving it there? personally, slim to none. you feel good and picking it up and throwing it away fuels that feeling. on the other hand, if you’re in a sassy mood, you might just kick it and keep going. at least, i might, unfortunately.
if you are happy, the little things don’t seem as big of a deal. if i’m carrying an empty, plastic water bottle (yes, i’ve been known to buy bottled water on occasion), and i’m in a good mood, i’ll hang on to it for a while, until i can throw it in a recycle bin or just keep it to fill it up and reuse. if i’m angry or frustrated, suddenly, i don’t have time or energy to carry around 4oz of plastic anymore and i just dump it in the nearest trash can. i can’t be the only one who does this either. in fact, i know i’m not.
see what i mean by trickle down effect? just being happy can create minor changes that over time, could possibly have a pretty big impact. do i walk around with a goofy grin on my face all day long? no, not when i’m sober, of course not. but, i have definitely noticed that when i’m caught smiling, strangers sometimes smile back (unless i’m in scottsdale). and it makes me want to do good things, period.
when i’m happy, i’ve been known to throw an extra quarter in someone’s expired parking meter next to me. maybe then they don’t get a ticket, which saves a teeny bit of paper or an extra trip down to the court house to contest it. or not. maybe they come back to the car two hours late and i just wasted a whole freaking quarter. who knows? i don’t. i just know that when i’m happy, i’ll do something like that. when i’m in a lame mood, i won’t.
give it a shot and see if it works. actually, i’d recommend trying anywhere outside of scottsdale. the girls here are lame. i’m pretty sure they are surly because they haven’t eaten in 12 days. other than that, i think you’re good.