I was cleaning out my bathroom today and thought about how easy it was for me to do so.
~There is almost nothing in it.
Sometimes I think I am a bad freegan, but then sometimes I look at myself from the perspective of the ultra-clean-freak overconsumer, and I realize that I own almost none of the regular all-american cleaning products that you see in almost any household.
I will start with Shampoo.
I threw out my shampoo and conditioner bottles today. They were a year and 8 months old. I know this because I remember when they were given to me. I didn’t buy them. My mother forced me to take them when I went to the hospital to give birth. She said I would need things to wash myself with, which was not true. The hospital provided almost everything.
I used them sparingly over the course of a year, and when they ran out, they just sat there for 8 months. I have not bought any more.
Soap is enough for me.
There may be problems with my hair that I am unaware of. And perhaps I don’t get treated by some people as well as I would if I were to fix those problems with shampoo. But for me, the thought of spreading chemical waste all over my body repulses me.
Indeed many companies produce chemicals that would otherwise have no place to go if they did not so shrewdly sell their waste to beauty care companies.
And anyway, natural soap and natural shampoo is all made of the same stuff. So I see no need to have both.
But this isn’t all I don’t have.
I don’t have any chemical cleaners. I don’t have air fresheners, none of the stuff that you would see in a regular bathroom. Vinegar, baking soda and H2O2 is all I need.
I am proud of this. As far as I can see, life is nothing more than being happy, making others in your life happy, living out your purpose in life and being part of community.
I have had that in my life without the bleach, chemical hair and face washes, and whatever else people go crazy buying.
If my hair is not up to Hollywood standards, that’s fine. I still feel like a human being. I still live my life fully. And I do that much less to contribute to capitalism, class society and ecological damage.
It makes me wonder, really wonder, why, if I can go so long without hurting, without feeling any sense of struggle or inconvienience, why do people feel so strongly that they need these things to live a good life? It’s bad for so many more reasons than it is good.