I was starting to feel the pressure around 1pm when I still hadn't done anything new. In fact, I didn't even know what I was going to do when a rather unusual opportunity happened upon me.
I went through someone else's bag.
Before you cringe, let me explain that I had the best intentions. A prospective student at my place of employment had left their bag a week ago and was going to pick it up the following day. He hasn't been back to retrieve it. I brought up the idea of going through the bag because what if he had medications in it? What if there was something perishable? What if it contained a head? (Sorry, I've been itching to misplace a plot device).
So, the bag was opened, and I realized that I had never pilfered through someone else's bag. I won't disclose what was in it, because it's kind of embarrassing to be honest. Let's just say that at first I laughed so hard I nearly had a seizure and then the whole ride home I considered the owner of the bag and what challenges he may face. I considered aging and mortality. I considered what it must feel like to not have the freedom of youth. I considered the power of adventure and I wondered if I would have looked through the bag if I wasn't desperate for a new thing.
I felt more guilt than I should have, because I really did have good intentions. But we all know what they say about good intentions..
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