When I see litter, and especially when I witness the actual act of littering, I become crazy pissed off. So, this morning I was driving down the road crazy pissed off, and wondered why am I so much more sensitive to this than many others? Besides the obvious reasons why littering is wrong for the environment. Besides the obvious fact that people who litter have specific negative attributes in common that seep into other areas of society besides littering, and poison the Universe.
I have an established history of being abused by Litter Bugs.
Let's go back in time to the years I was married to the ex. Nine years of it. Not all bad, but not all good for sure. See, the outlaws owned a machine shop. The outlaws operated the machine shop. The ADULT, MALE outlaws and their LAZY, MALE guests littered. There were a handful of children playing about the machine shop and it's grounds. Yes, I'm sure some of them littered as well. BUT. The LITTERING ADULTS made the children carry trash bags around and pick up the ADULT LITTER. My baby girl hung out there a lot with my ex. And when I found out that MY baby girl had to pick up nasty trash that lazy adults scattered about, you better believe it made me scream. And scream even louder that the kiddos were only doing just as what the adults "modeled." AND MADE ME PULL MY FUCKING HAIR OUT that they were yelled at, threatened, and spanked for imitating what their adult "models" were doing.
Let's move on. I own vacant property in Gaston County. Throughout the years, this vacant property has been used by trespassing whores and their trespassing clients to conduct business on. It has also been used as a dump. Someone even hid a weapon there once. Hell, there may be human remains as well. Bottom line is, it will cost me a lot of fucking money. I am responsible for cleaning it. It brings my market value on the property down. If it becomes an environmental hazard, I can accumulate fines. It's my property, but I can't take my children for a hike on it. I'm afraid to. Needles, condoms, torn underwear...weapons....and what if we run into one of our frequent visitors? OH, I have my No Trespassing signs with the Statutes on them, and it is registered with the police, but it does no fucking good. I fantasize about sitting in the woods with a gun and piling the bodies up, one by one, the Giant, Burrowing Cockroaches will become extinct. I am being raped by the whores and low-lives of Gaston County on a daily basis and there is not a fucking thing I can do about it.
Our home now. Used to be farmland. Apparently, we got the farm dump. I have put hours into clearing trash, glass, plastic, rope, metal, wires, you name it and someone's lazy ass dumped it. I'm still working on it. I even have irritating nightmares about picking up trash, and the more I pick up, the more there is.
I even cry when I see litter, anywhere. Please don't litter. Please, please, please stop hurting this beautiful Universe.
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