I had planned to do a post on Eric and my anniversary today (since we’re planning to get dinner at a Korean restaurant and I know there’s going to be some fantastic food porn opportunities), however, that must wait! As I’m quite pissed off right now and am instead going to indulge myself in a rant post.
SO LEAVE NOW if you don’t want to read about me going on about trees and how California makes no god damn sense.
Earlier this week I made a post about my new apartment in California. One of the main selling points of the place was its beautiful backyard. Okay, so as an apartment building outside San Francisco I’m not talking so much about a sprawling grassy plain of a backyard as much as a walkway surrounded by flowering trees and bushes. Unfortunately, since moving in several of the trees that made the area so beautiful have been cut down or severely trimmed. Oh here’s another thing these were perfectly healthy trees, they were just considered to be in the way or overgrown by various building owners.
So here’s my question California why in god’s good earth are you cutting down perfectly good trees whilst toting that you are the “Earth conscious”, “ahead of the curb” state?! For fucks sake I see “smog checks” for cars every mile, have to pay for plastic grocery bags if I forget my reusable ones, and have been stopped on the street more times than I can count to discuss the positive wonders of recycling – yet here I am appreciating nature only to have it obliterated almost entirely from my backyard. What the actual fuck!?
Please excuse my language, but as I listen to the chainsaws and carnage outside my balcony the feels are overwhelming me.
The other hilarity of this situation is that the trees were not only beautiful they were fantastic privacy enforcers as well. Now, if you happen to be in any my neighbors’ backyards and look anywhere near my balcony you’ll involuntarily be looking straight into my living room. That’s right folks, if any of you were wanting to see me naked all you have to do is walk to into my or any of my neighbors backyards, glance up, and get a full on peep show. Not that I’m naked all the time, but one of the greats joys of having your own apartment is that pants are almost always optional. Okay now I’m getting off track that is not what this post is about; we can discuss my questionable living habits some other time.
I digress. Why, oh why California do you tear down both form and functionally appropriate trees whilst claiming to be the saviors of the planet Earth? I do not understand it.
Before: Oh, how lovely. Such nature. Much beauty.
After: Is that a naked person I see? Ah well, I’m living in California, gotta be open!
Well, rant over and if you stuck through this, god bless you and have a wonderful day because you are a truly saint-like human being.