The intro to #41, Invisibility, has always been a favorite. Don’t need this anymore. Don’t need THIS anymore ‘smacks computer off desk’ www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7YdvkSJUjM
I think it is the convenience and there is no punishment for littering nor the reward for not throwing. Yes there is environment but it’s like a collective thing. It’s something else when a person would instantly connect that it’s his/her action did that. There is also how they learned it from their peers or parents. Doesn’t help when it’s tolerated in the society. Personally makes my blood boil seeing someone littering, the most I would do is just pick it up myself while the person is there. Rather than making a scene and ask him/her to pick it up. That way I give shame to his/her behavior.
I’ve always said that if, and that’s a big if, god exists, he understands us and our lives about as much as we understand, care about the lives and feelings of individual ants as we walk down the sidewalk. There’s absolutely no way he could ever understand us, empathize, or care.
Kinda like dr. Manhattan, just dead inside and uncaring.
Equal parts laziness, self-centeredness, indifference, and a lack of object permanence. Once they don’t see it anymore it ceases to exist, and since littering is faster once it ceases existing for them, it’s somebody else’s problem.
I’ve got a bunch of horror stories that take some detail to explain, but I remember a couple moments of shock in particular.
Was actually a Methodist service, Easter Sunday. it was when they cut a baby lamb’s throat and it bled. It was great special effects with a real lamb but children started crying.
Also, the time we all went to see Passion of the Christ, 9:00 or 10:00pm showing. There was a mother smacking the shit out of her toddler for crying when the torture started. I’m a different person now and would put a stop to something like that now.
Thats like saying your favorite type of cheese is American, sure its technically cheese but its so processed and removed from cheese that its just not the same as mozzarella.
I made grilled cheese for my father in law in India where it was not insignificantly difficult to find “American” bread and processed cheese. It’s comfort food that crosses borders and cultures.
Edit: You United Statesians got that weird cheese thing right and I will die on that hill.
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