Whereas some people around me will chuck something straight into the bin rather than waste time having to sort through or take things somewhere, I find myself physically anxious at the prospect of doing it.
Take the milk bottles. Since I've worked where I've worked, the plastic bottles we use for our milk have ended up in the bin. I can't stand it any more so I am have asked if people can put them on the shelf so I can take them home to recycle. Except, they keep forgetting so I have to fish them out of the bin. I can't see them in the bin and know I can do something about it. I always wash out of my tins of beans/soup/tomatoes to take home-it's tiresome though, always have to cart home empty tins, boxes, cardboard from things I use.
When clearing out my Grandad's house, I found the sheer process of having to clear out a horrendous amount of possessions so difficult. I have a suitcase of antique books in my friend's garage which I want to take up to Barter Books in the hope someone will want them, I took teaspoons to wokr, I took little ornaments to the school fair, tried to recycle what I could. I should point out, I did very little compared to everyone else. I dragged many suitcases worth of things here and there. Every time I had to chuck something in the bin that is not degradable, I have this awful feeling of panic about it going into landfill.
I dragged home, on the train, a huge carrier bag of overhead projector sheets, cardbooks and old papers I've had to clear out from my old music room. There is a huge number of things in there that I need to try and find a place for or get rid of.
I know I waste an awful amount of time doing this, but I can't not. It's just a pain always carting home plastic wrapping to recycle, boxes etc when I can't recycle them at work and exhausting emotionally as well as physically. And also, I do think people get exasperated with me sometimes over it or think I am slightly odd.
Does anyone else feel like this?
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