Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I Make Fun of Tree Huggers

But, don't we all?  I know I shouldn't make fun of anyone but they really make it easy for me.  I use the term tree hugger broadly.  Pretty much anyone who is a hard core save-the-Earth conservationist gets the tree hugger label.  One whiff of their au naturale B.O. and the criticisms begin - after the gagging and coughing ends.  Dirty stringy hair and clothes made out of burlap don't help much either. (That is so stereotypical, Alicia!)  Of course, my mother raised me right; I don't make fun of them to their face.  I'm a good little Christian who waits to talk about them behind their back.  But, don't we all?  Squirm.

In principle, I support tree huggers.   We should all save the Earth.  God designed it, created it, and gave it to us rent free.  Sorta.  I really do believe in taking care of what God has given me and so I don't litter, use freon willy-nilly, and I try to reduce my footprint as much as possible.  Well, make that, as much as is convenient.  I should do better.  Recycling everything is a future goal of mine, but, currently, has to take its place on the back burner.  I'm such a lousy conservationist. 

But why all the preachy-preachy about being responsible towards the Earth?  I really don't know; it's just something I was thinking about on the drive home and, well, this blog is about my thoughts. 

I also began thinking about what God would have to say about the way we treat the Earth.  Part of me thinks we would all get an earful.  God creates this wonderful paradise and we pretty much exploit and trash it.  Another part of me thinks God would just shake his head and say, "You kids! Well, no matter, I'm going to destroy it here in a bit anyway so carry on."  Kinda fatalistic, huh?  Sigh. 

Resolution: Stop making fun of tree huggers and let charity rule the day.  Buy them earth-friendly organic soap bars as gifts and give them all my hand-me-downs. 
Action Item 1: Plan a trip to Oregon.
Action Item 2: Actually meet a real tree hugger.

I feel better.  I feel good.  I feel like hugging something!  Not a tree.  Nope, not going to do it.

Until next time.

2 comments:

  1. I've met a real tree hugger who sadly enough was against soap and shampoo of any kind. We had class together at 8 in the morning and it was a long two hours in one little room. I am embarrassed to say that I wore extra perfume to try and balance things out. Since God loves all, I secretly hoped that she would get the Holy Ghost and reintroduce soap into her life. Well, it didn't pan out, so I moved on to private one on one classes...

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  2. Haha! That's funny. And smelly. :) I guess I'm not so stereotypical as I thought.

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