I have realized that I have been contradicting myself while I have been in Ghana. I came to this realization the other day, when I threw my used water sachet into the bush. Yes. Littering. It was a major pet peeve of mine in the states. I utterly hated when people would throw even their cigarette butts out the window on the highway. Every time I witnessed someone discarding their rubbish on the side of the road, I wished the police officer sitting in the car next to me would actually do their job and fine them. Here, though, it is impossible not to just discard what is in your hands into the bush without thinking anything of it.
I came to the conclusion (and do not hate me if you suffer from this) it is like having turrets. You can not help it. It is just something you do. You get used to it like it is part of your daily routine. It's a spasm. You can not avoid. And you hate that it is a part of your life, but there is nothing you could really do about it. I hate it. Secondary project! Man, I have my work cut out for me.
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