One of my great interests, one could say passions, is the subject of thinking. Over the last ten years I have studied cognitive behavioral therapy and I’m fascinated by how we think. And I’m starting a series of exploring why we think the way we do. It will be intermittent when I think of another one to write about. But Part II is tomorrow if you enjoy part one. If not, come back Wednesday.
Today I’d like to introduce the topic of littering, and specifically, why do we think it’s ok. Now of course, everyone doesn’t think it’s ok, but it’s such a part of our culture that it falls into the category of “we.” Now to being with I consulted the internet to see if there was any information on the history or origin of litter. Wiki.answers.com posted the best answer as “I think it started when plastic was invented but in 1515 – Strafford-upon-Avon court records show that Shakespeare’s father was fined for ‘depositing filth in a public street’. It doesn’t say what kind of filth was deposited in the street so we don’t know if it came out of him. But the answer about plastic is fair if you take into consideration the reasoning that litter begins when the item that’s thrown down is not biodegradable. Everything else thrown down before that disappeared so it didn’t matter. At least that seems to be the logic there.
The answer also goes on to surmise that litter originated during the Industrial Revolution as higher concentrations of people moved to the cities and there was more waste. This makes sense as well, especially when you take into consideration that there was mud in the streets and horses dumping their wastes right there in public. We figured if the horses could drop their wastes on the streets then why can’t we? And the horses probably thought the same thing of each other; “you’re not gonna hold it, neither am I.”
I like this, because it brings up a point about human nature: entitlement. One guy thinks, “hey, the horse can do it so can I.” Then the next guy thinks, “hey you’re gonna throw your trash so can I.” And then we’re off. Why should anyone pick up their garbage or wait until they reach a place to dispose of it if the next guy’s gonna throw his? It doesn’t matter cause it’s already dirty.
So you do it, I can do it, why should I be any different?
And it all comes down to lazy. It’s much easier to toss that cigarette out the window then have to pull that ash try out of the car, walk to the garbage, dump it, and then have to walk all the way back to the car. That gum wrapper in my pocket is causing so much weight it is creating undue strain on my back and joints. Somebody might be able to take this soda can to the recycling and get money for it.
Do you know when I think the history of littering began? When they used to carry the royalty in those little beds on the shoulders of four men. And one of the royalty threw a chicken bone onto the street. And there was no meat on it and some poor sucker thought “if they can throw something of no value onto the street so can I.” And so it began.
“Ted, what are you doing?”
“Well, Bill, crossing people off my list.”
“Really, what kind of list?”
“It’s a list of the people that I wanted to tell off but I never did.”
“And how can that come in handy now?”
“Because they’re all here. I told my Aunt Prudence that she was wrong to call me a slacker.”
“Yep and I told Mr. Thomas, my seventh grade teacher that he was wrong for telling me I’d never grow up. I turned into an adult just fine.”
“Yep. Got ’em all except for my sister.”
“Yeah but Ted your sister’s still alive.”
“I know. I can wait.”
“Laugh and the whole world laughs with you.” LOL and nobody cares cause it’s overused.
I wonder if it would have endured if it was called “Claude and the Beanstalk.”
If I had a dime for every boob I’ve touched I’d have $3.16.
Aging rockers of my high school years are known to wear leather and spandex into their 50s. Does that mean that if rappers and hip hop artists of today will be wearing their pants around their butts in their 50s?
I wonder if math shoes would go as well with jeans?
Sometimes parts of history are forgotten or lost. For instance, the last part of Paul Revere’s cry: The British are Coming. The British are Coming. And they brought snacks.
I’ve got a date with destiny. I’m thinking Chinese.
I have been delighted to have recently seen three singers that actually sung. Haley Williams from Paramore, the duo Icona Pop and Bruno Mars were all recently on television and they actually performed their songs, Ok, just for full disclosure I saw Bruno mars on an episode of Graham Norton on YouTube. I don’t know what the exact date is because it’s in Britain and they have a different time zone.
But man was it cool to see these talented performers, in their 20s, actually sing their songs instead of lip syncing or using special effects for their voices. I pride myself in being able to tell. I can hear when a person is live more by the imperfections and that to me is perfect. And they were all good! Really good.
You see, as a performer myself, I could never fake it. I could not introduce a magic trick and then super impose David Copperfield’s hands on to my own to perform the effect. I didn’t have the money to use high tech lighting to accentuate my curves or special audio equipment to deepen my voice. Nope, it was me and only me. But you can’t beat that. I had an actor come up to me after a gig in Los Angeles and tell me how great it was to watch a live performance like mine, that you couldn’t beat it. He’s a very funny comedian but he works in TV and film without a live audience.
So when you cheat by using gimmicks to perform, you just cheapen it to me. I am so inspired by seeing these three young performers and thinking they thought it was extremely lame when Ashlee Simpson mouthed the words on SNL back when they were still in high school. Bravo, you guys. Stop the reverb madness. Play those guitars, write those songs, and don’t just sample other people’s genius.
Weekly random thoughts. Since I’m self-employed it’s my version of water cooler talk: no one to talk to so it goes out to cyberspace.
I don’t believe in love at first sight, it has to be second sight with me because I’m usually checking out a woman’s butt first.
I bet if you took the entire world population and divided it by the number of smart phones purchased the number would be less than one, taking into account all the under-developed nations vs. the number of people who have to buy every upgrade.
I’ve often wondered — if a dog threw a ball would its owner fetch it?
Does Mickey Mouse get dental?
I’ve just been asked to feature my clothing line at Goodwill.
I guess I phrased it wrong. I started to ask Siri for directions and said “help me-” and was interrupted by her saying “you need to find your path, i can’t choose it for you.”
Superheroes are always helping women in distress, why aren’t they ever doing the dishes or laundry really fast?
The Boogeyman has retired, the things that kids are subject to because of the Internet, video games or TV in the background are too scary already.
Man can not live on bread alone; that’s why they made pigeons.
I once tried to rescue a woman on a white horse but then I ran out of quarters.