It seems that at least two people I know are under the impression that I am "green." The Southern Girl specifically said it. I figure I should clear this up for her because I know she doesn't know quite what to make of my lil dem self. So let me explain.
I am not green. Robin is green. I have other friends who are green. Like St. Patrick's day. But I'm not there. Sure, I recycle. I turn out lights. When we bother replacing burnt out light bulbs, I try to buy swirly bulbs. I decided not to use a particular laundry product because the packaging couldn't be recycled. It's a good start.
In fact, I am so not green, Robin was able to enter me into a contest where prizes were involved for the non-green status of my cleaning supplies. We won a prize. I'm that green. (Not until I get my starter kit of green cleaning supplies.)
Both of our air conditioner units are always at work and I like it COLD. We never have the windows open. We live too close to that stupid mountain and everyone (including that big dumb white cat) sneezes nonstop. I use an obscene amount of paper at work each day, which I do not always recycle. I have wasted thousands of pages on cases that I could have read online, but I didn't because I hate reading on a screen. And we like paper towels and use a lot of them.
We also have ample amounts of dry cleaning. We have all sorts of stuff that is always plugged in, like our computers and a cell phone charger and clocks and the dvr and … You see what I mean.
I drive a Honda. Not a prius or anything else. I hope to buy my car at the end of my lease so that I will be driving that honda for a long time.
So, while I enjoy being called green, I'm not. Trust me. I will be. Someday. But it's a process. Baby steps.
Related articles:
