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Be of good cheer! We Americans have come a long way since I was a kid in the 70s. If I sent younger folks back, they would shit kittens. This is the UK, but it feels the same. Shit was mounded on the highways. People would casually chunk fast food bags. Can't remember that last time I saw that. Cigarette butts used to fly like tracers at night. Again, haven't seen that in ages.
More good news! Sorta. I haul loads of trash out of the woods and waterways around here. To the point where my wife and kids are like, "Daddy! Don't mess with that!" I'm borderline obnoxious about it, done stupid shit to get a plastic bottle or fishing bobber.
Experience from these adventures tells me that most wasn't deliberately tossed. Don't know how to qualify that, I just have a sense for how long it's been in the sun, how far it's buried, the type of trash, whatever. It blew off a boat or pickup bed, overflowing trash can flowed downhill with the rains (loads of that), got loose from the trash man and never picked up, drunk and "oops", stuff like that. Kids ditching beer cans so to not get busted is crystal clear! :)
I've cleaned out the woods around here, miles and miles of trails, and there's hardly anything new to find. Always a little surprised when I see new litter. Know what I do find half the time? My own trash. "Hey! That's my coozie!" or "How did I drop that?!" or "Shit. Missed my beer can on the return trip."
Pick up more than you lay down, we'll all make it.
We're all guilty of littering. Even the most careful of us will drop something without noticing- And I know I'm not the most careful. So I try and make up for what I've dropped by picking up bits of litter here and there.
Especially out in nature. When I see a bottle top or something, I tend to think to myself that the person who left that there is a bit of a dick. Now I have a choice - pick it up, or leave it there.
If I leave it there, then suddenly I am the dick I was complaining about.
I saw some dude in a small convertible chuck a whole-ass fast food bag out of his car at a stop light. I sped in front of him and called him a cunt. He was VERY angry. His lil rage-out for some great dashcam footage.