So we have a friend who comes over several times a week. She is cool, we enjoy her company and her husband’s. Our kids and their kids are the same ages and get along so when they come over it is like instant babysitter! YAY!
But she likes to show how she is just a little better than us in subtle ways.
She was playing with our dog and pulled the dogs lips back to check her teeth. “Oh poor baby you have tartar! They don’t take care of your teeth!” mmmm…er…ok. I grew up in the country, the fact that the dog goes to the vet and sleeps in the house, I thought, meant that the dog was pretty well cared for. But ok, whatever. She has health insurance for her dogs. She obviously loves them more. And has more disposable income than I do.
We both have 5 year olds. You know the old “I’m going to count to three” ruse? When you tell your kids to do something and then give them the three count to make the right decision to do what you said? Yeah we use that. Last night she was told her son to do something, which he tearfully resisted. Here comes the three count! “one…two…three…four…” He obeys. She turns to us and says “Child psychologists suggest counting to three doesn’t give the child enough time to make the decision”. Now the 3 vs 5 count is not the issue. What she was insinuating is that if we were as enlightened as her, we would be using the 5 count.
Now the recycling part. We try to recycle. We really do try. We have bins and everything. But there is no recycling pick up where we live. So in the hustle and bustle of life, sometimes it doesn’t happen at home.
So a few weeks ago we were all at my house having a few beers. I was feeling no pain and threw a bottle in the trash. She says, “You guys don’t recycle?” I told he we try, yadda yadda yadda. She said, “well for me it is a respect thing”.
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that…respect for the earth? losing respect for us because we don’t recycle? But I let it go.
Last night we were having beers (again :D) and I threw a bottle in the trash. She said again, “You don’t recycle?” (oh dear lord not again) So she collects up the bottles and puts them in a bag to take with her.
How fucking obnoxious!
She had just finished talking about a cruise she took. I said, “You know if you recycle your whole life you won’t make up for the waste you produced on that one week cruise.” I have no idea if that is true or not, but it felt good to say. The last thing I want is to get in a good-deed tit-for-tat. BUZZKILL!
She lives in a GIANT, old, oil heated house. She travels to Las Vegas from the east coast annually. She drives solo in a mini-van to work and back. NONE of which I care about.
I do my best to live responsibly. Sometimes I do well, sometimes I don’t.
So unless you are carbon neutral, or are as close to it as you can possibly get, don’t lecture me about recycling. I KNOW I SHOULD! I invited you over to drink and have fun, not make us feel like we are inferior.
So how about a little deal? Shut the fuck up about my recycling and I won’t point out your rank hypocrisy. There are myriad things we all do well, and that we can all improve. You are no better than me. Well perhaps you are, but have the good grace not to kill my buzz with your pontifications.