Sometimes, I feel really good about the amount of paper I’m saving and how much I recycle. I just feel really green, like I’m doing my part, being a good little citizen.
But then I get a package of textbooks with crinkled in paper to serve as a poor man’s bubble wrap because I guess textbooks are really sensitive and can break at the binding at any moment. I know, that’s what happens when you get used textbooks, obviously.
In the meantime, I’m thankful I at least have people in my life who, when I describe an unintentional car accident — it was tiny, I’m fine, it happened a month ago, don’t worry about it (it’s the only interesting “How was your break?” answer I have) — they respond with “Aw, was it because you were driving such a big car and you’re a cute little Danielle?”
