Capitalism isn’t an easy word for blooming toddlers to conceptualize. Especially, in a world where social hierarchies thrive, its essence is swiftly doomed to obscurity. But it doesn’t take a Socrates to realize that plastic is indeed capitalism’s best friend. In fact, plastic unites humans. Humans tirelessly feed plastic to the other sentient beings. If we teach our kids to relish the diminishing traces of nature, we sure can teach them to abhor nature’s biggest threat. Of course, love and hate isn’t something we teach but carefully impart. We’re born with an instinct to love nature. We’re erroneously taught that plastic is innocuous.
It took me astonishingly longer than the average rebel to understand capitalism, let alone perceive it as the biggest evil plaguing our society. There is no escaping the reality that perceptions of capitalism will forever be clouded by a myriad of factors that will only prolong the struggle to eliminate the production of plastic. So, here we have our synonym. Where words fail, ghastly images won’t.
Over the span of seven years, I have had a privilege of posing as a school teacher roughly 11 times. Excluding the time where I swapped places with the kids and ended up being the student bullied into memorizing the Assamese alphabet, every session concluded with a variation of “Quit Plastic”. I wish my rage against plastic was contagious. And of course, I do feel like a hypocrite for sprinkling droplets of milk into my coffee from a carton. But people living in first world countries consuming water from five liter plastic cans? Obnoxious.
I am pleased to have a vegan date this week who agreed to meet me after I suggested a café that has a recycle bin exclusively for coffee capsules. And she has accumulated a bunch. It didn’t bother me that she had zero interest in my coffee-skin zygote because at the end of the day, the global landfill weighs less by half a kilo of plastic.