Allow me to tell you a story about my college years: My sophomore year of college was…a bit of a mixed bag. On the one hand, getting into great shape and losing my virginity—good show! On the other hand…it was the last time I ever got into a legitimate fist fight with anybody (and just barely avoided getting taken to court over it), and then there was my roommate.
My roommate, who will remain nameless, was quite simply the most unclean person I’ve ever met. Granted, I do find that I am cleaner and more neat than most men out there, but I think anybody would find this sack of shit to be completely uncouth: how else would you describe somebody who threw all of their garbage on the floor (the shared floor, let me remind you), with the rationalization that he would “just throw it all out at the end of the year”? And only me screaming at him to clean up his shit made him do it once a month? Or a person who would walk into the room late at night, turn on the light when I was sleeping, and proceed to loudly start jacking off? Because this shitbag did all of this and more!
(And yet, somehow, I didn’t get into a fist fight with this guy, but another person).
It was here that I realized something, something which I and everybody else was told as a child, but it never really sunk in until I was faced with it first hand: cleanliness is next to godliness, and uncleanliness is next to being a worthless human being. And rest assured, this guy was an asshole in addition to being dirty—the kind of guy who, when I woke up from him turning the room light on at 2 in the morning, would respond to my protests that I was trying to sleep with a dull-eyed “…Okay?”
I’m not a fan of Jordan Peterson, but he’s not wrong when he tells you to “clean your room”—it’s as good a starting point as anything else, and like many things in life it perhaps works best as a form of “negative feedback”: which is to say that if you find somebody who doesn’t clean their room, they’re usually not worth your time and energy.
Vaguely similar to my age-old statements about people who buy plastic crap, people who make huge piles of plastic crap, who throw shit about brazenly and can’t spend a few minutes cleaning up, are trash people, and are not worthy of your time. In fact, I’ll go out on a limb here: anybody who throws garbage around wantonly (or for that matter makes a lot of noise and commotion, which this dickhead also did) is a low class person, and again is not worthy of your time. I don’t care if that makes me sound like a snob.
In fact, if anybody here wants a “red pill/dark enlightenment/whatever” reason for why we should keep the environment clean, this is it: because trash people throw trash around, and philosopher kings like ourselves keep clean.