I walked past a man this afternoon. He was thin and there was something about him that touched my heart.
He was looking at bags sold on carts.
For a moment, it embarrassed me for carrying an expensive bag.
My wedding bag is my daily staple when I'm out. And it's cheaper than most bags I have.
Looking at him all bent over looking at those bags really touched my heart.
I buy the bags that I have because I like them. If I were to sum all the prices of the bags, it'd cost me over 10K. That's how much I can save if I didn't purchase them.
But the bags make me happy.
And that's what's important to me.
But that man reminded me of all the times that my brother would complain every time I buy a new bag.
And I will retaliate, saying that I paid for it, and not asked anyone to pay it for me.
He used to say, Why buy such an expensive item when so many people out there are homeless and hungry? Today, it hit me hard.

I'm turning human.

Will I buy another expensive bag? Today, it killed the bag-lover in me.