As a single, gay man living alone in a big city, sometimes I worry that I don't take very good care of myself; that I drink too much; that I don't eat enough healthy food; that I'm a self-serving slob whose existence causes problems for other people.
But fortunately (and ironically), today is Garbage Day.
My apartment complex offers complimentary, door-to-door trash pick-up on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Here's what I usually leave out:
And here's what my single, straight neighbor usually leaves out:
I'm probably doing better than I think I am.