I knew this would happen. Precisely this. I knew my repeatedly careless actions would break every thing that I find to be precious. This morning it was my glasses. I slid out of bed, put one foot on the floor, then another, shifted my weight to my legs to stand up and Snap! It was going to happen eventually. I’ve had those glasses for over two years, longer than I have most things. I break things. I am gentle with them after they’re broken. It’s why I picked the glasses off the floor and slowly rested them on the bed. I don’t know how to get rid of things once they’re broken. It’s why I keep the broken glasses on my desk. I have to be dramatic about the end of my relationship with inanimate objects. It’s why I’m sulking about the death of my Versace specs, and therefore the loss of my self-esteem, instead of working.
i have that same problem… with losing everything that i own. but it’s common for me to break some specs and what not as well.