Trying to Devour My Climate Anxiety
Even though I’ve learned I can’t always consume everything, it doesn’t stop me from trying.
At home, I can reduce and compost food waste to minimize my worry, but in most public spaces Ive found composting isnt an available option. I find pride in this habit even though it’s illogical, maybe even a little inconsiderate. It forces those around me to recognize what they’re wasting, and that’s not exactly polite conversation. Kelsey has patiently pointed out the irrationality of this routine several times, but it’s hard for me to stop cold turkey, because my anxiety is assuaged whenever I prevent food from getting tossed at the end of a meal.
You’re still eating those avocados though
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Aram Mrjoian is a visiting assistant professor in creative writing at Pacific Lutheran University and an editor-at-large at the Chicago Review of Books. He is a 2022 Creative Armenia - AGBU Fellow. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Electric Literature, Boulevard, Gulf Coast online, The Rumpus, The Millions, Longreads, and many other publications. Find his work at arammrjoian.com.
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