Confession

The last post was cringily righteous. I kind of wanted to punch the screen after I typed it. So let's talk about hypocrisy!

Except it's not hypocrisy, because the whole point is that you don't have to be special or rabid or perfect to save the planet. Precisely.

Anyhow, I've wasted tons and tons of resources over the years.

One example that comes to mind tonight is the collection of Kleenex ghosts I amassed in second second.

While other little kids were busy having friends or learning to add, I was using box after box of tissues to make these:

I'm serious. I probably made about 200 ghosts in total. I kept them in huge manila folders under my bed. And the best part is that it wasn't a Halloween thing...I did it all year. Every single one had a name, personality, and backstory ("This is Thomas. He sells shoes, but he has a secret lover who is already married and he feeds the poor orphans when they beg at his doorstep." Etcetera.). I kid you not, I was that cool. I killed that many trees. And IT WAS SO WORTH IT.