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I’m embarrassed to say I just realized both of my socks are worn on the backs of my ankles. So what will I do? Curse Wal-Mart and throw the socks in the garbage.

What did people do 50 years ago when socks became worn or developed holes? What about 100 years ago? My guess is they mended the holes and continued to wear the socks. So how and when did we become such a throw away society?

I freely admit I am a waster. It’s not something I’m proud of. My generation grew up thinking if something is broken, old or no longer needed that it should be thrown away. And my OCD causes me to throw everything away, including things I didn’t mean to or want to. Once I had to dig through three bags of garbage to find my paycheck. Luckily, it only had one spaghetti sauce splatter on it.

Paper towels are always on my shopping list. My mom used to tell me I consume a tree’s worth of products each week. I use disposable silverware when I bring my lunch to work. And I never reuse my plastic water bottles because, well, they taste like whatever I was eating. You know what I’m talking about.

But I shouldn’t speak for everyone my age. My co-worker Rory Sweeney is very eco-friendly. He picks up plastic bottles off the ground and rides his bike to work when possible.

On Saturday night, a friend of mine asked me to hold the labels she peeled off her beer bottles. She was too inebriated to throw them away but still did not want to litter. I found it to be comical.

Don’t hate me for not being as eco-minded as I should be. I do recycle at home and turn off appliances when I am finished using them. If you teach me how to mend my socks (I’m horrible at sewing), I’ll give it a shot. Seriously.

In the meantime, I have to go shopping for more black socks.

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