City cleaning just came by to pick up our old sofa set. It was old and completely worn out and really had to go.
But I definitely made a mistake seeing them pick it up. A huge truck came by with a big crane and pretty much tore our old couch to pieces while lifting it in.
At that moment I felt so emotional. I thought back to all the great memories I had with that couch. Seeing my kids grow up playing on it, our late cat sleeping on it in the sun, all the cuddles we had on it…
For some reason I felt like our couch deserved better than such a cruel ending. It’s funny how attached you can get to some inanimate object.
While I was living with my fiancée, we eventually had to get rid of the first couch I had ever bought for myself. Her kids had broken one of the back supports, and we’d already replaced it. It snowed that night, and our old couch looked so lonely.
Aw… 🥺
The object itself wasn’t the valuable thing, the memories were. So, write them down! Or do a portrait of the couch with all your favourite people on it? Some manner of memorial would be my recommendation.
The rational part of me knows it’s not the couch itself that’s important, but at that moment I couldn’t help but turn it into a living thing.
The memories will live on of course, I have a ton of pictures throughout the years. I like your idea though, maybe I’ll make a collage?
I can feel that OP, but at least you throwing thing out even with attachment, lots of people get into hoarding territory with those thing, and that’s not healthy.
That’s true, and we should have thrown it out earlier to be honest. It was really, really old and broken.
The emotions just suddenly went into overdrive when I saw our couch destroyed. I think it would’ve been even harder to throw it out if I felt that sentimental from the beginning.I can definitely understand where the urge to hoard stems from.
Don’t watch The Brave Little Toaster. It’s a kids’ movie, but it’s all about appliance loneliness and abandonment. It only portrays a few attempted suicides.
