The Frustration of the Asshole Bag

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In our relationship, Mark has always been the spender. Not that I have an aversion to spending, but he has a knack for it that could easily lead us to financial ruin if I didn’t keep a tight grip on our budget. I’m the one who clips coupons, watches our bank balance, and issues gentle reminders about our expenditures. It’s not glamorous, but someone has to take on the role of the responsible one. Yes, I admit it—I’m a bit of a nag. But what choice do I have?

Last week, however, Mark was truly insufferable. I’ll confess that I’ve been a bit difficult lately, grappling with the pangs of my annual January diet and the stress from my writing project. Still, his behavior was inexcusable. His antics pushed me to the edge, compelling me to take action.

Did I want to indulge in a late-night binge of brownies? Nope. Drown my frustrations in a glass or two of wine? Not really. Going for a jog? Ha! My heart was racing with anger, yet I was glued to the couch. What could I do to channel my rage quietly? And then it struck me: shopping.

I had been on the hunt for a new bag for months, weighing options like leather versus fabric, slouchy versus structured. The decision-making process had paralyzed me, but in that moment, none of it mattered. All I craved was the exhilarating thrill of hitting “purchase” and counting down the days until the UPS truck arrived. It was out of character for me, but oh, what a rush it was! For the first time, I felt a sense of joy instead of guilt over a shopping spree. Take that, Mark, I thought. Let’s see how you like being on the receiving end for once.

The bag arrived yesterday, and I was admiring it, contemplating a possible revenge shoe purchase for whenever Mark got on my nerves again. Just then, he walked in from work.

“Is that your new bag?” he asked.

“Yes, it is!” I replied, a smirk on my face. “And I absolutely love it!”

“It looks great on you,” he said, “Good choice.”

Wait, he’s not supposed to like it! My excitement drained as my once-coveted purchase morphed into just another overpriced item. The leather seemed dull, and it didn’t fit my arm as perfectly as I had imagined. It was just… a bag. I felt defeated, letting it slip back into its box. It would soon return to where it came from, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

Ah, the irony of it all.

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In summary, it’s easy to let our emotions dictate our actions, especially in the face of frustration. The thrill of shopping can sometimes mask deeper issues, but ultimately, we must confront those feelings rather than let them lead us to fleeting decisions.


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