I

just broke my faithful mug of 8 years. Was watching Fight Club on the computer when I had a sudden flurry of energetic inspiration and tried to spin myself up from my bed and swept the poor yellow bugger off the plastic stool beside me onto the floor, exploding it into a dozen pieces.

See it as the going of the old and the new possibilities of the new. Of course, it's not easy to find these new possibilities, some work must be done, and I intend to visit some nice porcelain shops to find a new mug for the next 10 years. 

Do I feel pity? Not when I've taken it for granted for years. But then the resulting inconvenience will most probably remind me of its past presence for a while, until I move on and find another mug.

Does this sound like parallel to relevant human-to-human interactions?