My dad had the opportunity to be the opening performer for a somewhat famous songwriter named Jack Black on Friday night. The event was taking place in what seemed to be a refurbished farm outbuilding in the small town of Loomis, Nebraska. So, naturally, I had to be there.
After sipping on two barely chilled beers, I decided to switch to water - which was served up in a large Styrofoam cup. I didn't know people were still using these (outside of the occasional small town malt shop)! I have to admit the cup kept my water wicked cold and the ice was still in tact hours later on the drive home. But I couldn't help but feel guilty for the using the cup (surprise surprise). Why didn't I think to bring a water bottle with me instead?
To assuage my guilt I quickly started thinking of the alternative ways I could continue using the cup. Despite its everlasting nature in landfills, it wouldn't stay in top drinking form forever. Instead, the cup is now in use as a dog food measure-er.
Am I obsessed with these little details? Does one Styrofoam cup really make a difference? It does to me.
See - it's not just the cup. It's the idea of the cup. It's the raising of consciousness - the fact that I'm thinking of alternative ways to transfer fluids to my body or reuse different, everyday items.
I'm not obsessive. Right?
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