I opened a packet of smoked salmon for supper and then had to decant the bit I’m not going to eat now (dinner for 1) into a bulky glass container to keep in the fridge for tomorrow. I felt a twinge of irritation that I couldn’t just throw it into a zip-lock bag or use a bit of cling wrap. I then felt guilty about throwing the non-resealable, non-recyclable packaging away and then started to think about how I would need to avoid buying it again unless I could buy it by weight somewhere. But then I thought I probably shouldn’t be eating fish anyway because of the antibiotics they are fed as well as the slightly uncomfortable fact it was once a living thing.
AIBU to be irritated that I wasn’t born into a generation that could live a convenient life, where they didn’t live under the constant feeling of guilt for every little thing that they did?
I’ve had a long and tiring day today and living in ignorant bliss just seems very appealing right now 