Heading towards the little Mexican place on 12th street in between massage appointments, I suddenly realize how strange it is to walk around the city without my bag hanging over one of my shoulders. Not carrying a bag is just like walking around naked. Can people see me??
Most women are chronically attached to their bags but guys (or men) are not carrying anything. How is that? Sean leaves our apartment in the mornings NOT carrying anything other than his keys and wallet - he just strolls out onto the streets whistling, hands in pockets. "You're going out like that?" I sometimes ask and he says "What else do I need?"
What else? You need a bag you can put stuff in. Like your cell phone, metrocard, receipts (old and new), loose change, maybe a book to read while waiting for the train, or a magazine to peruse while on the train, pieces of paper in case you need to scribble stuff down, pens, pencils, an extra shirt if you get cold, a different shirt if you get tired of what you're wearing, business cards, other people's business cards, the address to where you are going. Stuff, stuff, just stuff.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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