Let me tell you about my irresponsible life.
My Life (I'll call her ML for short) spent the morning zoning out on Facebook, with a couple of detours to slide shows of the ten worst celebrity plastic surgeries and the nine life-changing secrets to a perfect manicure. And then ML sat herself on the couch and watched five straight hours of television. We're not talking public television. We're talking reality t.v. Network reruns. During the commercials, ML daydreamed about upgrading her cell phone––maybe to an iPhone, manufactured by exploited Chinese workers or to a Samsung, manufactured by exploited Chinese children. At dinner time, My Liife snarfed up a genetically modified corn-fed beef burger, on a bun made from refined white sugar and genetically modified wheat. And the fast food place was only three blocks away; you'd think ML would have walked, Lord knows she needed the exercise. But no, she drove her (fossil-fuel-burning non-hybrid) car.
I need to get a better life. A life that contributes something to society. Everybody knows you shouldn't spend your money on products that poison the environment. Everybody knows you ought to eat organic. Or at least avoid white sugar. And television...it's a known fact that will fry your brain. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to make big changes. I'm going to get a life that reflects deep spiritual values.
As I fussed and worried and planned, My Life kicked back to watch an episode of Big Bang Theory, unconcerned with responsibility and spirituality.