Is it wrong that litterbugs bother me? Probably not. But I’m guessing that it is wrong that I want to shove their trash down their throats? Yes, I have issues, thanks for asking. And no, you can’t help me.
I’m just annoyed whenever I see somebody leave their trash in public places; I feel like it’s very disrespectful for a person to do that. It’s like, cripes, there’s a trash bin ten feet away from you, and can’t you even try and make an effort? And if they can’t, cripes, their tiny pieces of plastic rubbish aren’t even big or heavy enough to occupy the entire space of one’s pocket; can’t you just keep it for the meantime and then throw it away later?
And these people are so dense that they even try to act all nonchalant when they’re in the process of accidentally dropping the litter. Here’s a tip: just because you’re looking away from whatever it is you’re doing doesn’t mean no one can see you. If anything you’re making things worse by attracting too much attention by your constant fidgeting and over-the-top neck craning.
The whole concept of littering is just too crude and crass. It’s the act of somebody who’s so uncivilized that he or she doesn’t know how to follow the basic rules of society. There’s absolutely no excuse for it; there’s no way that anybody cannot know any better, it’s common sense.
I find it to be one huge turn off in a person if I see said person littering. No matter how cute or handsome or mestizo or chinito you maybe, when you drop that tiny piece of chewing gum wrapper, you blow it. No matter how rich or how well educated you are, in my eyes, you are suddenly reduced to a classless twit who litters.
It might seem like a small thing but it’s just yet another proof of the concept that we are defined by our actions. No matter how tiny or insignificant that action might be, once we do it, it becomes part of us and therefore defines who we are. The mere fact that you litter means that you don’t care about the state of the world you’re living in and that’s just sad. Either that, or you honestly don’t know any better, which, I think, is even sadder.
So think about this the next time you stare down a piece of candy wrapper or the burnt butt of a cigarette stick. Will you let this defeat you?
