Bottle

Yesterday as I walking toward my class with a friend there was a girl who passed me. But before she did, she took out a water bottle from her bag and bluntly threw it into the bushes right in front of me and other people. It was shocking, for even the stuck up preps or people who barely cared about the environment would at least attempt to throw their stuff into the closest trash can. (Try, anways.)

I don’t know whether to be angry by the fact that she publicly littered in front of my face or that I didn’t even stop her and make her throw it away. Of course I did rather loudly say “What the hell?”, that wasn’t enough considering I’m still remembering it right now. I wished I confronted her. Maybe I didn’t want to draw attention. And what would I say? “Hey you! Pick up your bottle that ain’t no trash can!..Yeah.” Then if I succeeded, I’d be called the crazy recycle girl by bystanders. Um yeah. Rather be remembered as the girl with the long last name thank you very much. And it’s funny, I seen people litter before especially my friends who I asked to throw their stuff away and they didn’t, but that never affected like this. It’s a mystery to me.

Point is, I guess I should have done something. Or someone should have. That bottle is still lying in that bush today, right now. Maybe if I stopped and went to get it, even if I didn’t to confront the girl about it, this sinking feeling of guilt wouldn’t be here right now at all.