Baggage Claim

January 14, 2016

Being at an age now where I have friends hooking up with “life partners” but also friends who are breaking up with “life partners” settling into life after marriage or partners.

I’ve thought a lot lately about the term “baggage”. Recently I was privy to a conversation where a friend insinuated that another friend may have a hard time finding a new lover due to all of her “baggage” Well not surprisingly, I’m gonna challenge the shit out of that. What is baggage? Kids? A crazy ex? A mortgage? Herpes? A psycho side? I mean what he fuck is with the term baggage? Is somebody who lacks a past more desirable then someone who has loved in life? Or lived in life? Or created life? Nope. In fact, I wouldn’t trust anyone that doesn’t come with a decent amount of baggage. If you’ve never loved anyone or taken a risk or left a relationship that wasn’t making you happy or had your sorry arse dumped and left for dead then where on earth have you been? Living in a god dam igloo? Cold much? Some of these igloo dwelling coldies are lucky I’m not single coz Id love to hear them call one of my 4 babies baggage?! I guess the probability that there are women out there, brave heroic queens who have taken the stance to leave a shitty relationship or an abusive relationship and are met with a fear of this baggage bullshit just snaps my heart in half I want them to know that baggage isn’t real. Baggage just sounds so heavy, like a big fat pile of your past that drags you down at every turn, we should really call it luggage, hand luggage, hand luggage that you don’t have to hold, it just floats glamorously around you, stroking your hair and telling you you look hot. Luggage gives you warmth, luggage is colourful, luggage gives you wisdom and makes you who you are, a loveable and well loved, flexible, continually growing human. How human is that? How amazing are you?

Constance Hall

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