Well, dear reader, here we go again.

It has been brought to my attention via The Daily Eastern News Web site that many people did not quite like my last column. That is fine. I like all criticism, constructive or otherwise.

However, it was intended to be a humorous column, not particularly meant to be all that serious. But that’s OK, because the beautiful thing about an opinion is that everyone has one and they are never wrong. Maybe it was just my writing style that sounded more cynical than was intended. Who knows?

But I have been told that perhaps I should gear my columns toward encouraging students to be proactive or feature less “negative energy” or that simply it was crap.

The point is, however, that I am still annoyed by much. So, as said before, here we go again.

First up: Recycling.

I am actually quite serious about this. I recently spent about six weeks working with the building service workers over in Klehm Hall. I couldn’t help but notice, during my regular duties of taking out recyclables that far more often than not, the trash cans located literally right next to the plastic and aluminum recycling bins would be almost entirely filled with recyclables.

This is day one stuff, people. I could understand not recycling if you had to walk ten miles through the snow while naked in order to get to a recycling bin. But when the damned thing is literally touching the trash can you chose to use instead? Come on.

Whether you like it or not, this world is ours to make better or worse and if the very least you can do is drop your Red Bull can in a recycling bin then just do it. Move your arm the extra 10 inches and, please, just recycle it. Don’t make things worse for everyone.

Next on deck: Cell phones.

I love my shiny, little cell phone. And I hate the thing, too. I despise the fact that, when I recently lost my phone and went two days without one, I felt naked and completely alone like falling down a well, in a cave on Mars.

On one hand, it is kind of nice to be able to connect with almost anyone at any point in time within seconds. But I hate that anyone in the world can also contact me. That’s right, my friends, it’s the old “catch-22.”

And to add insult to injury, whenever I do hit “ignore” on a call because I don’t feel like talking, I end up feeling like a jerk for it. Damned judgmental, tiny computer!

Finally: The weather.

All of it. That’s right; I hate all weather. This would be where that falling down a well, in a cave on Mars thing would be sweet. Chances are most of you may not know this, but I am about 130 lbs. soaking wet.

Thus, when it rains, I fear I may actually get caught in the current of the gutter and be swept away, and when it’s windy I fear I may end up in a tree. But worst of all is the cold. I hate the cold. If I could, I would magically turn “the cold” into a person just so I could have a Newman to my Seinfeld. Whoever invented cold deserves a swift kick to the shin.

So there it is. Part two of the things I dislike. Some serious and some not. But either way, there we are.

David Thill is a senior journalism major. He can be reached at DENopinions@gmail.com or 581-7942.

Editor’s Note: An incomplete version of this article ran in Tuesday’s edition of The Daily Eastern News. Here it is in its entirety.

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