Paper weighs on me. Once I am two-thirds done reading a newspaper article, all I think about is recycling the damned thing. I cannot let paper accumulate. I have seen the dark side. My father saved every scrap of paper, every issue of every magazine and newspaper. Once I moved to college, all the unrecycled mass found its way into my former bedroom. Combine this deep psychological pressure with my own environmental guilt and the result is commandment #11: Thou shalt recycle. When I read an email that is important but I might soon forget, I feel trapped by the choice: to print or not to print. It shouldn't bother me so much. After all, I use 100% recycled paper.
I buy the newspaper. If I cared so deeply, I would read online. It's free, after all. I would not be buried under the sheer weight of a sheet of paper.
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