Yeah, so, after decades of living on my own and trying to stay as decluttered as possible, at least to the visiting eyes perspective, I discovered something interesting about myself as of last night. I found myself reorganizing my fairly new kitchen to find just the right spot for all my acquired, must-have items, like my Jack Lalanne juicer or my rice cooker. In doing so, I kept trying to figure out the best location for the basic kitchen towels and cloth napkins we always use.
Nope, not the 2 huge drawers full of Tupperware/Gladware/Snapware/WhatthefuckdoIhaveallthiswarefor, and not the drawer with all the possible utensils I may need in the future when I roll my sushi or gage the temperature of all those turkeys I cook. WHERE the heck do I put my towels and napkins???? I mean really, this is a big decision since we always use these items, so they need to be accessible, not merely placed in the hutch by the front door just because its drawers are empty.
So while I'm spinning around the room considering my limited options, I spot a drawer located directly next to the sink. Perfect!
I open the drawer and out explodes all these plastic bags like those old snake-in-a-can pranks that our favorite uncle used to give us. I think to myself, Oh, that's where I keep all the bags I try re-using so I can do my part in recycling, and then I shut the drawer.
As I walk away, I stop and think, What the fuck am I wasting an entire brand new kitchen drawer for old, gross, "Oh, I can use this again" plastic bags that keep compounding into a huge mass of plastic???? (Apparently I don't re-use these bags as quickly as I add to them.)
At this point, I suddenly have a revelation about how I've always tried re-using everything I could in order to help alleviate Global Warming. Although, I have no idea how any of that is connected, but then flashback to everywhere I've lived and how I've always had a wasted kitchen drawer exploding with used plastic bags.
Then I double flashedback to one time I was moving and my mother-in-law was helping us. She opened that particular drawer and asked, "Geez! Why do you have so many plastic bags??"
I responded as politely as I could, "So I can 're-use' them!" And then I added the silent DUH as I continued packing all those plastic bags to be re-used at our new home.
Oh my gosh...I thought. I-am-a-plastic-bag-hoar-der!
So once I decided to accept this trait, (acceptance is the first step) (and only taking about 30 years to realize) the freedom I felt from taking those bags out and smoothly sliding my cloth napkins (used to totally stop Global Warming) and kitchen towels into the drawer was absolutely amazing.
So now, where do I put all these gawd damn plastic bags???
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