I get weirdly attached to inanimate objects. Case in point...
On the left is my old key ring. On the right, the Shiny New Replacement.
I bought the original key ring about forty years ago. This was shortly after moving out here, to the western part of the state.
It's one of those things that's been with me everyday but I never really think about it - unless I'm looking for my keys and I can't find them.
Over the years, it's held up pretty well. Other than having to replace a spring about twenty years ago, it's been great. But a couple of months ago, I knocked the swivel part against a chair and it separated from the hook portion. This shouldn't have happened. It was a knock of the I-barely-touched-you variety (except, really). I fixed it as best I could but the same thing happened again a few days ago. I figured that rather than risk losing my keys, it was time to replace it.
The Shiny New Replacement showed up yesterday. Looking at this new one, it's easy to see how worn the old one really is - especially down by the piece that holds the loop portion to the hook portion. The little button or knob or whatever you call it, has gone from being an "outie" to an "innie". And while I generally prefer innies, this is one case where an outie would be preferable.
So I clipped off my keys from Old Reliable and hooked them onto Shiny New Replacement - and I felt bad about it! And to make it even worse, when I grabbed my keys this morning and left Old Reliable in the dust, I felt even worse about it.
This is one reason why I have a sock drawer filled with all sorts of things that mean nothing to anybody but me. (Well, except for maybe the few pairs of socks that I manage to squeeze in there.)
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