You're not alone, Cajungirl. Years ago, when I was living in Boston, I got sick of separating my trash like a good little automaton. I just started throwing EVERYTHING out.
For a while, my roommate was actually fishing my trash out of the garbage to clean and recycle (I guess we all need a hobby) and lecturing me, indirectly, on the horrors facing our planet because of my reluctance to rinse out my gallon milk jugs.
I was too busy writing my novel and enjoying my life to give a damn. This no doubt lost me many karma points.
Hubby Big Guy and Rusty and myself now live in beautiful sunny Florida, and we continue to ignore the mandates to recycle. Still, we encounter the occassional raised eyebrow and comment about our recycling non-habits. I figure if they want to rinse out our milk jugs and peel the wrappers off soup cans, more power to 'em. That's what we need, more clean land fill...
Keep the faith! ;-)