Wet Feet

Bags.

That's what I see. Bags. Paper, douche, plastic, under-eye, hand, reusable.

I no longer obsess on the bags I see in the mirror. I have chosen a new object of my ire - or rather, it has chosen me.

Plastic bags.

Can't stand 'em. Rail against their use. Cringe when I see them in public trash receptacles. Resist temptation to glare at those who lug their goods home in them… nestled in twos, as per the retailer’s instructions to the baggers.

Fergawdsakes, wake up! Take a bag in with you! Buy a reusable or two! Recycle the plastic you’ve already got! And even if you have to lug everything item by item, always, always refuse a bags as a matter of course. Do it loudly, and make the point to the store and any customers within earshot.

You’ll sleep better, and eventually those bags under your eyes won’t be quite so noticeable.