guilt is as natural a process for me, as silent farting/picking a scab/organizing my books by colour and height. these behaviors are all used to manage anxiety. however, they are of no bloody use when i am asked: "paper or plastic?" at the supermarket checkout.
i know those sideburny/hairy/horn rimmed spectacle wearing hipsters in weathered cords from the gap, who are scanning my bagel chips and pink grapefruit italian soda at whole foods, are judging my ambivalence. they choose "paper" for me. then ask "do you want your milk in a bag?" (as opposed to carrying a cold, wet gallon to and from the car with arm loads of paper bags that are now ripping at the handles?). they put the milk in a plastic bag.
why do organic, patchouli loving, granola munching retailers give me black and white? you either love the earth, our mother, or you go home at night, spray aerosol and roll around in several pounds of styrofoam.
(i don't recycle either).