I’ve never been too keen on people who are very religious. I respect them, I even understand why they believe what they do. But it always just got on my nerves a little bit when, as a college student, I would come stumbling home, hungover, wearing my mixer costume from the night before and that religious girl was the one to let me in the sorority house. She never said anything, but I could tell she was judging. You have poor morals, no direction, and are going to hell,” I imagined her saying to herself. At least I have fun, my inner voice retorted.
So you can understand my dismay when I realized this morning, as I reflected on my argument this weekend, that I am “that girl.” I am that judgmental, preach-to-people, you’re-going-to-hell person. Except instead of Jesus will save you, it’s carbon trading will save you. Mother Earth is my God, and the four polluters of the apocalypse are coming unless we accept green living into our hearts. There are believers and non-believers, and when I try to preach to the non-believers, their eyes glaze over. Now I know what it is like to be a Latter Day Saints member….
So how am I supposed to take this? I mean, a lot of what being an environmentalist is about is not caring what other people think. Take this excerpt from the No Impact Man blog:
Autonomy: By deliberately designing my own No Impact life, I got to make a lot of choices for myself, rather than feeling that my way of life was foisted upon me by my upbringing and culture.
This blog is supposed to be about being green and being normal at the same time. But a true environmentalist doesn’t buy anything but necessities. I’m sorry, but I like to shop, to blow dry my hair, to indulge in fried food every once in a while with friends!
I don’t know how to do this yet, to walk that line. It’s what I’m going to have to work through. And that is what this whole blog is about!