Your incompetence is not my responsibility

I don’t understand disorder and how some people not only survive in it but also triumph in it. Maybe I’m just anti-social and/or I hate going outside. Even that I schedule because I have to have a ritual of some kind before I can interact with people. It’s the eye contact that is dreadful. Ideally I don’t want to talk to anyone unless I choose to. I choose the days I talk to people. Even the unforeseen, I have foreseen. Maybe I’m just some crazy person who has some behavioral abnormality or whatever. But I just hate it. Hate it.

I hate it when garbage disposal in my community does not adhere to schedule, if it even has one. It just comes and go at anytime and anyday it pleases and doing so not only disrupts my routine but it also guarantees improper segregation because you have to rush outside and make sure you grabbed everything in your household that needs throwing away. That’s not unforeseen at all, that’s just incompetence. And I hate dealing with that the most. Everytime I do, I feel like it takes away a piece of my brain that I never get back. My attention.

I mean, think about it. What’s the point of garbage bags when the truck is about to miss your house? Just dump it directly to the bin and hope to God they don’t catch some disease that could potentially cause another pandemic.

It’s not my fault, it’s yours. Your incompetence is not my responsibility.