Here I document my time with my plastic grocery bag. I stuck the bag in by backpack and went about my daily life. I did everything I would normally do and the bag made me feel good. I never looked at the bag or touched it, but I think it liked me. To reward the bag for all the good it had done for me, I threw it in the trash.
I think the bag was sad, because I had very little luck for the next few days. I took the trash to the curb and the bag with the rest of my trash was compacted and drove away. I have not thought about the bag sense then. While writing this I think about all the hard its existence will cause the planet because it will never decompose. So I have this message to the lost bag... "Screw you! You hate our planet."