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sigmastolenso, i just got all teary and sentimental because my mother told me in an e-mail that my brother broke a little dessert bowl. i got misty-eyed over a bowl. now, we've had this set of dishes ever since i can remember. it's sturdy and cheap, white with blue lines around the edges, and mum probably acquired it in the first place because it's not supposed to break. Corelle, or whatever. and hearing that one of the bowls broke makes me want to cry.
why? I don't get it.
maybe i feel like they symbolize my childhood or something-- that, if they last, i'll somehow be able to retain my childhood. maybe i'm unreasonably attached to them because we've had them since forever. maybe every time one breaks, i lose a piece of myself.
maybe i'm just being silly and maudlin. but it really does make me sad.
why? I don't get it.
maybe i feel like they symbolize my childhood or something-- that, if they last, i'll somehow be able to retain my childhood. maybe i'm unreasonably attached to them because we've had them since forever. maybe every time one breaks, i lose a piece of myself.
maybe i'm just being silly and maudlin. but it really does make me sad.
