Stupid is as stupid does

OK, so I did buy another handbag. I know, it's ridiculous, but I really did need it, believe it or not. Crazily enough, I didn’t actually have a black handbag, unless you count my tiny Coach camera bag, which is really lovely but far too small to use as anything except an evening bag; or the very nice Coach leather bag that my husband bought me for Christmas last year, which is very large and very fancy-looking, and it was perfect for work, back in the long-ago days when I left the house to go to work. I like that bag very much, actually--not only is it really pretty, but it also holds two computers and notebooks and pens and a water bottle and a charger and a wireless mouse--but it’s too big and heavy to carry for everyday use. 

So now I have my favorite Longchamps Le Pliage nylon tote in black, and I really have no reason to ever buy another handbag, ever again. Really. 

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Well, never say never. When it comes to doing stupid things, I never say never. 

Psych. It’s not always about a handbag. Sometimes it’s about something even stupider, if that is even possible. And I assure you that it is. 

The stupidity started with Facebook, as it so often does. I deactivated my account this summer because it was all a little bit too much--the politics, and the rancor, and the us vs. them. It was enough. 

And I didn’t miss it, not for a while. But then I started to wonder how people were doing; the people I see only online, that is (which is most people, these days). I felt bad that I was missing people’s birthdays. Two high school friends celebrated their 30th wedding anniversaries, and I forgot all about them. If I’d been on Facebook, I’d have had a reminder. So I started thinking about returning to Facebook. 

But then I posted something stupid on another social media platform. And I felt bad about it. And although there weren’t any recriminations, there was a deafening silence that made clear that I’d offended people. So I took it down. I’m not a big enough fish that anyone would have screenshotted my stupid post with my stupid funny funny comment, so that’s the end of that, I suppose. Except that I do wish that I had better sense. I wish that I could consistently remember that not every funny funny joke that pops into my head is hilarious enough to share. I guess I also wish that I could stop buying handbags, but that’s just crazy talk. One self-improvement at a time is enough. A person needs a few quirks and flaws and failings. And a few bags, to carry stuff around in.