today, my Dream was attacked.
or, at least i perceived it as an attack.
a senior co-worker of mine joked, for the third time, why i had such a big everyday work bag.
it was a fashionable bag.
but maybe not so common for men.
the fashion editors at In Style magazine loved it.
i guess the straight men do not.
everyone was at the elevator.
and i walked in.
and that was the first thing he joked about.
i defended it, of course.
in a detached manner at first.
then, with humor.
now, i regret not attacking more.
because, he attacked my dream.
and no one has the right to do that.