Our father of coffee and our virgin mother of ash
I’m not sure as to whether said behaviour stems from sheer ignorance (though I’d find this hard to believe considering the Internet opens up a whole world to us in terms of knowledge acquisition) or perhaps blatant disregard (which is more likely). Considering that in public areas like streets, parks, schoolyards and the like, garbage cans are a - plenty - really folks, if you just stopped “txting” or checking your FB account for a moment, you’d notice – there is really no valid excuse for partaking in this socially inconsiderate activity.
Irrespective of one’s so-called justification for recklessly contributing to our streets’ scat, the more we continue this behaviour as a species, the more likely that anthropologists in the distant future (if humans even last that long since we are in the middle of yet another mass extinction, and if you actually believe that our species is immune to such phenomena, you’ve got another thing coming), will be left to conclude that our culture was one centred around worship of the spiritual entity of java known only as the all holy “Tim Horton,” and the goddess associated with fire and ash coined, “Du Maurier.”
If someone you know tries to legitimize their littering habit as a consequence of it being inconvenient to find a trash receptacle in their surrounding area, I suggest you remind them that Al Gore’s Inconvenient Truth wasn’t titled merely for its catchiness or memorable nature.
Perhaps when half of our coastal areas are wholly submerged underwater like the lost mythical land of Atlantis, perhaps when our air quality is so poor that we all have to don oxygen masks just to breathe, perhaps when civil wars break out globally over the remaining limited reserve of drinkable water – maybe then, maybe then will the world wake up and pay attention. I hope, in all sincerity, that things don’t have to go that far, BUT I also hope you realize that I’m not simply being melodramatic.
Change is on the forefront, whether we like it or not, and when it comes to down to the Darwinian-adopted notion of, “survival of the fittest,” considering our own detached relationship with mother nature which has been jilted instead for a reliance on technology to solve all of our problems, we, my friends, will be first on the list to go.
So…the next time you decide to treat our home like a mega-dumpster, perhaps you’ll have a little food for thought.