I'm taking a break from the whole one article about current issues to bitch about a completely irrelevant from the rest of the world but a continually pissy topic, at least for myself.
Yea.
That was a nice run on sentence. Those are fun to write, just like chickens. Except not. (Flashing back to sacrificing chickens conversation earlier today. Civics is fun....)
Right. Environment. Focus, damnit! (I've been like this all day. Spacey much? Why yes, yes I think so.)
Anyhoo. Today I was walking home from school with a few friends, two, to be more precise. We were going to one of their houses for a while, and we were taking an almost shortcut, (which really isn't all that short now that I think about it.) Uh, wait, what was I going to write? I did it again! Darn it, short attention span! Ah, I remember now. We had just gotten some free ice cream, which had turned out to be free for a very good reason (it really, really sucked. I'm talking gag, throwing up rotten caramel bad.) Right. So, one of my friends, almost choking, spit out his stick 'o chocolity love and through the wrapper on the ground.
I don't consider myself all that anal about most things. (I lied. I really am about pretty much everything.) I looked at the wrapper reflecting and acting all shiny-like in a pile of leaves, and, naturally, picked it up. It was then that the two people I can actually stand in my class got incredibly obnoxious about simple non-littering skills.
Usually, if I see a really noticeable piece of trash shmutzying up the road or someone's lawn, I'll pick it up. When I realized how much trash there was, I started picking up everything (mostly because of their jerky comments). The picking up crap didn't bother me, but I really am sick of their oblivion. I'm not sure if that's a word, but it is now.
What is it about youngsters today that makes them enable to see anything belong their own lives? Seriously. While they were making fun of me for trying to pick up all the litter, I tried to explain that of course picking up trash will not have a direct effect on anything in the near future. It's not like my tomorrow I will wake up to a new forest in the place of all the trash along the road. Their response to my explanation was two fold. The first;
"I'll care when it starts effecting me." What the fuck? I realize that he was joking, but I also realize that this really is what he lives by. They think that I'm weird for telling people to stop picking on kids who don't have the money to change their clothes or for picking up a few pieces of trash, why? Because that's what they fricken' believe! If it doesn't effect them, it doesn't matter, end o' story.
The second thing was, "I'll get back to you when I care." I probably am being anal about this, but what gives anyone the right to not care about the one thing that lets them live?! I mean, Jesus, what they both agreed to was that the present matters, but anything in even the remote future isn't important. They even said that straight out! I've always known that most kids in my class don't care about politics or tolerance or the environment, but that's one thing that perpetually confuses me. HOW CAN ANYONE NOT CARE?
At the time, I was slightly frustrated, but nothing more. I am/was sick of their comments and not caring about anything, buy now I am simply confused. I really just don't understand how people can frown upon conservation or equal rights, especially when it's such a big current topic. You can bet that any hope of environmental rights improving in the Bush era has completely disappeared now, which is bad. Yup. Bad.
And that's my official analysis. I should be a analyst when I grow up. But see, that would be thinking about the future, something that I'm not supposed to do. On second thought,