Autobiography of a plastic bottle.

 

                            Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Hello. I am a plastic bottle. You probably use me to drink water, fizzy drinks, whatever. But however, after you throw me in the dump truck, I'll go somewhere, where having me there is probably going to make your species extinct.

If you're a brainy boi, then you probably guessed the ocean... and you're right, I get dumped there. I now literally have no point. I'm a plastic bottle in the ocean, what can I say? Life is horrible here. All these weird creatures, ones I have never seen before. These weird tails, weird eyes, EVERYTHING.

And if you thought that was the worst part, you are dead wrong, because these weird creatures aren't just weird from their appearance, but also from their behavior. There are these things that have shells around their body. They seem to be really slow on land, but they are a heck lot faster underwater. They even ate my cousin! They died afterward, so that's what you get when you eat my cousin.

But, back on topic. Please, reuse, recycle or reduce me. Reusing me has a point, I can finally feel like I have worth. Recycling makes me into cooler things, and also better for the environment. But, you can also reduce me can help me get out of my misery.

Thanks to Jeremy for teaching me how to type and for turning me into a living being.

Jeremy: No problem.

Oh yeah, we have Jeremy now, he just showed up one day, and just suited himself.