There I was, taking a stroll down a boulevard in the city of Bristol. For the past ten minutes, not one single trash can to throw my gum. This sort of thing would be dealt with differently back in Romania, as I wouldn't have to think twice before throwing my gum wherever I'd be. Not that I am the kind of person who doesn't care about littering, but because I feel comfortable enough to not care about the law.
In England, however, it was another matter completely. Going on a vacation in another country, which in most cases means it's some place where the people are more civilized and the laws are actually followed, I always go into this self-conscious state of mind and actively think about what I'm doing and if it's the right way to do it. Things like jaywalking, littering, smoking in public spaces or, I don't know, pissing in a corner, are straight up life in jail sentences in my mind.
So, yeah, there I was overthinking what to do with this gum that I chewed on for the pas...