Hey, guys hope you’re having a great day. I am PET and I’ve taken over Aakash’s blog today to share my story. Please read what I’ve written as I have been looking for this chance for way too long.
Hi. My name is PET AKA Single-use Plastic Bottle. You might know by one of my stage names Bisleri, Coca-Cola, Pepsi, or some other bottle, you know I am super famous.
Not bragging but just to give you an understanding of how famous I am; National Geographic reported that “World plastic production has increased exponentially from 2.1 million tonnes in 1950 to 147 million in 1993 to 406 million by 2015.”
But you know this famous and popular status comes with a lot of hatred too and today, I, PET, am here to vent out. Please read till the end, I have a lot to share.
So, first thing first I am not a newbie in the world, I came here even before your grandpa, yes, you read it right kiddo now read this too; “My Godfather, John Wesley Hyatt started making this effort a long time ago in 1869 and later on my father, Leo Baekeland introduced me to the world in 1907.”
I’ve always been an extraordinary child, I achieved great things in life. Just to tell you I played a very important role in world war II from 1939 to 1945. How? Okay read this;
As other natural resources were depleting, I immediately understood the need of the hour and came out as a suitable substitute. Later, that Time magazine article wrote about me that because of the war, “plastics have been turned to new uses and the adaptability of plastics demonstrated all over again.” During World War II my production in the United States increased by 300%.
You see I was rising and shining, was getting featured in magazines, people were even writing books about me. I was the talk of the town. From Wars to Fashion & Space Science to Toys, I was everywhere. Imagine if you are as famous as I am, okay relax don’t even try that, it’s way too much work for your tiny little brain.
Leave that, tell me this, you know that so-called friend who’s always around talking sweet on your face but you know he/she’s been bitching about you on your back. Yeah, I knew it, I am not alone there. These humans are no Dalai Lama.
Just like you, there are other humans who use me on a daily basis and throw me away in the trash and I never say a word to you or them but still, nowadays almost everyone keeps talking shit about me just because I live a looooong life, over 500 years? Unlike them, I am capable of swimming tirelessly, without degrading easily.
And excuse me, if you throw me outside your home which was mine too at some point in time, I’ll have to find another place to live like a landfill, river, and ocean.
These friendly people from Nat Geo also did another research in 2015 where they reported that “As of 2015, more than 6.3 billion tonnes of plastic waste had been generated. Around 9 percent of that was recycled, 12 percent was incinerated, and 79 percent accumulated in landfills or the environment.”
Though I love to chill in the ocean more than anywhere else and that’s where we have one of our biggest community homes known as the Great Pacific Garbage Patch which is thrice the size of France. No, I am not kidding!
Now see, up until now almost everything is fine, and keep in mind I am innocent because I go with the flow of the universe. I never say or do anything to anyone as I am no living being. I innocently reside wherever I am thrown. Usually, if you throw me on the road, I get carried away by wind and rain and end up hanging out at the landfill as this is where you throw your garbage.
Similarly, I can easily be flown into the drain and find my way to the sea and rivers because that’s where your discarded waste goes. And you wouldn’t trust me but my family is growing as you discard around 8 million tons of plastic in the ocean each year.
And now as this wasn’t enough to be thrown away out in the wild wild world, the sun slowly kills me and breaks me into pieces and these no-brain marine creatures end up consuming me by confusing me as food. What happens next? They die.
Now tell me, exactly whose mistake is this?
– Humans who extract petroleum from the deep earth and make me?
– The flowing wind, river, shining sun?
How do I hurt anyone by myself? I was brought to the world by humans to serve them, I follow commands. I knew I am not really easy to deal with that’s why I kept myself buried for years in the deep sea in the form of fossil fuel.
Now because of you humans I am out here in the open, animals are dying and clearly climate is changing drastically and as usual, you all are playing your favorite game of putting the blame on the other side and this time I am on the other side and because I can’t speak, I am portrayed as the whole sole villain here.
I am tired of this life, I wish I could take myself back to the place I came from but it seems impossible. Hence it’s my humble request to you and to the whole humankind to stop extracting fossil fuel from the vast ocean and learn to reduce, reuse, recycle, and upcycle.
Gentle Reminder: This escalating issue won’t be solved until you accept that you’re at fault and stop using PET AKA single-use plastic and other unsustainable practices.
This is PET. Singing off.
Be sustainable and let’s split our ways! Ciao!