Yet another Nasty Secret I Discovered about Life
Of course, I haven't had to spend money on garbages bags in a long time, but my sanity is ticking a away. Still I don't want to waste, so I endure this madness.
I have noticed this with other things to. If we don't want the stuff, it grants them some kind of perpetual staying mechanism. They don't go away. I think the secret of the widow in the Bible whose oil supply never ran out wasn't some divine intervention. She just hated the oil. It made the flames sputter and created a rank smell. She kept trying to spill it, burn it, and toss it outside, but somehow it kept refilling itself. She didn't want to waste it, especially with this major prophet standing over her shoulders. So she was stuck with the darn oil.
So I suppose I should just learn to stop buying lousy stuff. Either that or getting over my notion that not wasting is a virtue. I guess the good I get out of it is learning yet another secret about life. Except this secret isn't going to make me rich. Oh well, if you need to borrow some lousy garbage bags, you know who you can contact.