My first two years of college I lived in a dorm, as students tend to do. There was this wooded area behind the dormitory buildings that provided some slight buffer against the harsh winds that gusted in from the corn fields. This area was full of trash: beer cans and plastic bags and empty cigarette packs. I would venture out with my Discman and a garbage bag and clean up the woods for an hour or two at a time. When I moved to an apartment on the other side of campus, I ceased this practice. What does this tell you? Well, I want to do good in the world, but really only if said good-doing is a) accompanied by music and b) convenient.
Jump ahead to 2014. I picked up at least one piece of litter each day for a month, although I know this activity doesn't address the root cause of the issue. All the garbage just gets shuttled off out of sight, becoming someone else's problem. Until the garbage becomes our problem again, once we sufficiently pollute our groundwater and exhaust all our non-renewable resources.
I took photos of some of the litter I picked up because I am One of Those People.
The painful bubble that I felt rise up in my belly was one of despair.