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TIFU by not putting my trash into the trash bin.

genuinely so ashamed to even write this but i dont know where else to go. i feel like a fucking animal

had a bad day. got out of work a couple hours later than everyone else. didnt want to go all the way to the back garbage, figured id just throw it out up front. it was empty.

it was empty and i couldve just shoved it in there and i didnt, just put the garbage bag on the ground next to the trash can. for some reason i just didn't. i instead started to cross the street until someone who passed me by earlier started yelling at me from a bit away to put it in- and he was fucking RIGHT. i dont know why i didnt do it. it took him two times telling me to put it in for me to do it. i was so annoyed even though he was fully in the right.

i think he literally knows me too. it was dark at night, so part of me hopes that he didnt see my face, but im going to apologize to him and thank him regardless the next time he comes in for an appointment.

i cant believe i was just going to fucking pollute like that. i feel like such a piece of shit. more of a vent than a TIFU post, but i dont know. i wish i could just tell myself that as long as i dont do it again its alright, but its the fact that i was going to do it without a care in the first place that's messing with me.

im glad people like him are in the world.

anyways, tldr: did a shitty thing, got shamed for it, feeling rightfully ashamed. unsure where to go from here.

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