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We’ve all seen houses littered with random objects all across the front, back and side yards. Trash, as far as the eye can see. If you’re lucky, a school bus will grace your presence. Well, that’s what I see when I look at all of you, and what a shiny piece of trash you are.

Google provides deeply unsatisfying measures on what classifies a person of trash. Urban Dictionary defines these people by saying they “lack meaningful goals and purpose in life.” How can this be true? At the very least, when we share a trashy moment, whether it be as an on-looker or a fellow participant, it binds us together on this landfill we call life.

Another point Urban Dictionary ungraciously made was that these individuals “contribute little or nothing to society.” If this is true, why do we say things like, I love people watching? Their contribution to society is entertainment, and if you don’t think you’ve ever been a spectacle of amusement… think again.

The most offensive part of this definition is as follows: 

“Although they may think they're cool, most other people find them obnoxious, stinky, immature, irresponsible, and unattractive.” 

The best part about committing an act of garbage is that there is no thought put into it. It’s the purest form of thoughtlessness. Think they’re cool? They are cool precisely because of how little they consider what we think of them. Obnoxious? Maybe. Immature and irresponsible? It’s possible, but don’t you dare think about calling this brand of human ugly.

The charm of being trash has nothing to do with appearances. This makes it the most beautiful form of existence. Where Urban Dictionary sees weakness I see strength. I see decision makers and people of action, and not the loose cannons they are made out to be. A trashy act does not have to be so disagreeable.

I like to consider the stock I come from classy trashy. This is when an individual performs bizarre acts or behaviors with an undeniable class and style. I once saw my 98 year old grandmother sip from a bottle of unflavored moonshine with such ease it sent chills down my spine. When asked about this moment a few years later, she did not even remember it. Class and style, folks.

You tell me, is this a woman who cares what you think about her? Is this a citizen with nothing to offer society? I think not. This is a woman who grabs life by the bottle, and clearly knows how to live. Are you going to make me say it? Fine, here’s what I honestly think. One man’s trash may not be another man’s treasure, but it’s free and sifting through it is a great way to kill time.

We're All Trash.: Project
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