Meetings really interrupt my flow. Normally I'm up around 8:00 and I start crafting or blogging or photographing right away. I don't even bother getting dressed!
But on those days where I have to go to a meeting - I become very sloth-like. Sure I take the time to put clothes on, and I actually get outside for once, but once I return home I feel very disinclined to do any sort of work. Any sort of thing.
Today was a bit different. I went to my meeting. It was pretty much the same as it is every week. And then I came home 4 hours later, fully intending to waste the rest of the day. And not 6 seconds after opening the front door the smell hit me.
It's surprising how much odor can escape one little styrofoam platter left in a garbage pail over night, but there it was. And my eyes watered.
Of course, a normal person would immediately dispose of the smelly trash. But I had just returned from a meeting!
And so I stood in the kitchen, pinching my nose shut and thinking - for a good 2-3 minutes - about whether I could tolerate the smell long enough for my boyfriend to get home and take the garbage out himself.
In the end, I did it myself. Not because the smell was really enough to overcome my laziness (very little is). And certainly not to be a good girlfriend. But because people judge you when they come home to realize you've been sitting in a stinky apartment all afternoon and only because you were too much of a bum to take a revolting sack of garbage down to the disposal.
And I really wasn't in the mood for judgment.