I never get this frenzy that people, or to be more specific, women, have on bags. Women can spend a ridiculous amount of money for a trendy designer bag. Being a truly practical person, I do never get it. It’s just a bag, it can’t call, it can’t take picture, it can’t take you’re here and there in a ride, it can’t kiss you goodnight and cuddles you warm and tight, so why bother spend millions of rups for one?
But just a couple days ago I suddenly so crystal-clearly understand. See, my office was just giving away perks for our last year performance, and one of them was this notebook bag for everyone. People could choose and the budget was good. So I choose this branded, cute burgundy girly backpack, it’s carefully crafted, and looks expensive. I was so happy having it, and yes, suddenly I see, how a fine bag makes a woman. It’s your extended self, it boosts your confidence, it breaks you from the clutter. In short: it completes you. I even never regard a girlfriend that much, that it completes you, hahaha.
So here I am, running jovially toward this bag-frenzy-girls, waving my hands happily, “I’m in I’m in I’m in, girls! Wait for me!!”
:)
But just a couple days ago I suddenly so crystal-clearly understand. See, my office was just giving away perks for our last year performance, and one of them was this notebook bag for everyone. People could choose and the budget was good. So I choose this branded, cute burgundy girly backpack, it’s carefully crafted, and looks expensive. I was so happy having it, and yes, suddenly I see, how a fine bag makes a woman. It’s your extended self, it boosts your confidence, it breaks you from the clutter. In short: it completes you. I even never regard a girlfriend that much, that it completes you, hahaha.
So here I am, running jovially toward this bag-frenzy-girls, waving my hands happily, “I’m in I’m in I’m in, girls! Wait for me!!”
:)
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