So, this happened yesterday. I came home to a very nervous boyfriend who eventually confessed that he was carrying his jacket around (for some reason) after he got home and knocked the skull off the coffee table and it broke into pieces. I had a mini panic attack and cried because I cry over everything (literally elderly people and if someone sings really good in a movie can do it) but also because I really loved this thing. This thing that's just a thing. A thing that's replaceable and fixable actually, it's sitting on the coffee table right now in perfect condition after Ian glued it together and it looks like it was never broken.
Then we had a talk about how I just never break anything, I never lose anything either but he leaves his cell phone in cabs, at restaurants, the park. He breaks dishes, twenty dollar bills fall out of his pockets, he drops his iPad on the ground three times a day. He's clumsy, I'm uptight, I'm a control freak and really paranoid at times, I triple check everything. And I am convinced we are meant to be together so we can even each other out. I literally pick up his phone everywhere we go, catch whatever expensive thing he tries to juggle in stores and in return he teaches me that I can't control everything, he makes me a little more relaxed and helps me see that life isn't made up of the things we have. Things break, they fade away, we get over them and we can't take them with us when we go anyway.
I didn't know if this thing would be fixable at the time but I figure if anything it makes for some pretty cool photos.