Bag (age?)

I think ladies who carry purses would say you can tell a lot about a girl by her bag.  Well, I wonder what you can tell about a girl about her backpack?  Yes, with my boyish good looks and golf shirts you can maybe tell that I’m a lesbian.  I’ve never had any interest in having a purse and to be honest when I carry a friends who’s hands are full, it’s not the best site.  It’s…uncomfortable looking.  I will illustrate.

How many backpacks do I have?  About 4 or 5.  I also have 2 murses and a Korean bag that was an impulse buy.  It looked good when I saw it on Ebay but it’s a little…tight since it’s not really in what they call “western sizes” for those of us with more then ample curves and such.  What’s my deal with backpacks?  I don’t know.  It’s not like I have a ton of stuff in them every day.  I could really force it all in a murse but I have never been a fan of something on just one shoulder.  It’s not good for the back and it’s always bothered my shoulder.  I have very rounded shoulders, so shit just slides off them.  Like shirts and sometimes feelings. 

I was thinking if there is some huggy touchie feely reason why I love a backpack so much.  I decided to get all Oprah, while on the bus mind you, and thought maybe I carry a backpack because I carry so much stuff with me.  Thoughts, feelings and a little of the past.  Then again it could be my back issues.  Not sure.

I remember when I started college.  I wanted a big backpack.  Thinking going to library school I would need a lot of space.  So, I ran down to that surplus place at Gibraltar and got myself this huge backpack.  This thing could hold a small man wearing a regular backpack filled with books.  Once I started school I realized I had gotten myself a camping in the Nordic carry enough stuff for a week in the woods bag.  The thing was huge compared to everyone else’s stylish backpacks.  With my short T-Rex arms I had to dig at the bottom of the bag for what I needed every class burring my entire arm, shoulder and have my head to get anything.  It was that deep.  In my defence it did have a small top part that I could put my pens and wallet in.  So that was handy.

Since those years I have evolved so to speak.  There was a gym bag and then the tacky Tracker bags before I found the Swiss bags I seem to have loyalty to.  I love the metal zippers, the clean lines and the basic colors and patterns.  No flashy shit.  No crazy colors or silly sayings.  (I made the mistake of getting a cool lunch bag without flipping it to the other side.  It says Foxy Jeans on it.)  Anyway, so I tend to avoid Bentley…just in case there is a sale on bags that involves the Swiss.  I am more then due for a new bag.  My last bag is over a year old and even if it looks new…I know the truth.  A new one is needed. 

I did see one when I was with my friend…lets call her Annie to protect her innocents in my bag obsession.  We were at Costco and it was by the door.  Black, zippers and so many slots.  So many.  Slot for lap top, papers, pens, ipods, phones.  It was ready for me to organize things I don’t even normally carry around.  If this bag could have been any better it would have a special little pocket for my diabetes blood tester.  (That will be the next idea with people as unhealthy as they are. 

I have big dreams of going back to the gym and being one of those super awesome work out people before work.  It won’t be happening soon but with all the stuff I carry around I would almost need to design my own bag.  Big pocket for my wet towel and swim stuff, another pocket for my lady things and getting ready for work stuff.  Spot for my little note book where I write jokes, my pens and special mechanical pencils.  The surplus of pads and tampons I carry all month long, cause you never know.  Now that I think of my lady self, I should have a smaller lady bag for lady things like tooth brush, toothpaste, spare pills, tiny scissors or tweezers for stray nose hair, a razor if things are out of control, travel lotions and shampoos.  Fuck, I should just stay home! Then we get into if I’m reading anything good and carrying a book with me.  Maybe a spare shirt or extra underwear.  I am a lady after all!