Re: notes from the commute and compulsive behavior
Quartz, on host 63.64.161.62
Wednesday, February 14, 2001, at 09:09:02
notes from the commute and compulsive behavior posted by Faux Pas on Wednesday, February 14, 2001, at 05:54:08:
> This morning, one of the cattle on the subway had a clear backpack. I wondered what it was for. The first thing I thought of is she's displaying what she has to potential muggers, which I thought was nice. It'd keep muggers from assaulting people who really don't have anything worth stealing. "Hand over your -- oh, sorry, didn't see that all you had was a notebook and some lip gloss." > > Then I thought that clear backpacks are probably for people like me. Sometimes, when I'm carrying something in my bag, I'll panic because I don't know if it's still there. I can't see the sweater I put in there earlier today and I'm pretty sure I've put it in there as a matter of fact I know it's in there but what if it's not and is sitting in that bag by my desk back at work? That's what goes through my head. I just have to check and see if it still exists. It's like I'm playing peek-a-boo and I'm the infant. I can't see the sweater any more -- it must be gone! Oh, there it is. Oh no, it's gone again! Ah, there it is. > > I'm not certain if it's just me being forgetful, or perhaps there's an old memory rattling around my head of me forgetting Something Important that makes me want to recheck, or if it's just some sort of obsessive-compulsive behavior thing I've picked up along the way. > > -Faux "I wonder if Schrodinger went through this with his cat?" Pas
I'm not sure how I feel about clear backpacks and purses. On one hand, I think they're kind of cute and smart (for seeing everything inside). On the other hand, I think they're tacky and dumb (why would you want EVERYBODY to see what you have in your backpack?).
You'd probably be relieved to know I do the same thing with my backpacks and such. But I usually put in a million useless things, and then want something else I didn't put in. Sheesh.
Backpack story: Once I put my backpack in a clothes rack place at a church, and then when we were going to leave it wasn't there. I was pretty upset (who would steal something from a church?), but I found it on the ground a little ways away, opened and messed up a bit. I guess somebody thought it was their backpack, opened it and saw the junk I had inside, and threw it away in disgust. Or something.
Qua "Now I only bring a notebook with me" rtz ~~*Q*~~
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