What’s with the wallet?
What is it within me (and a lot of other people seemingly) that makes me sentimentally keep hold of some things, and simply discard others?
Let me give you the background first:
Last week I had to get the bus to work one morning & planned to buy a ticket in the newsagent before getting on the bus, saving me £1.80. I had just enough time to buy the ticket & get back out to the stop before the bus arrived.
I stepped up to the counter and asked for the ticket, at which point my wallet decided to attempt to safeguard my financial future by welding the two halves of the zip together, sealing my cash away.
As the seconds slipped away and the bus neared, I got slightly more aggressive each time I tugged at it, resulting in a catastrophic rip as the zip came clean away from the wallet spilling the coins everywhere.
So I got a new wallet this morning, having had enough of my change jingling around in my pocket, and whilst it’s a very nice wallet, I’m still left thinking how much I liked the other one. If it hadn’t broken I’d have kept using it for years and it saddens me that I have to let it go.
Chatting to a colleague about it this morning, he mentioned a keyring that he’s had for years, really loves & wouldn’t think about replacing it. If we were talking about an iPod or a mobile phone then neither of us would give a second thought to upgrading to the latest model.
Why does my wallet that cost £4.00 hold so much personal value to me, when my phone, which cost considerably more remains emotionally detached from me?
Yes, I did make the bus.
