I found this post in an old journal, circa 2004 *** I hate to admit it but I am compelled to do so anyway. I am sentimental. It's something that I have just realized recently, thanks mainly to a small yet revealing incident/accident. I broke an old coffee mug and I felt very distressed. Call me nuts, call me weird but that was how I felt when it happened.I was reaching for my toothpaste on my cabinet when my elbow sent it crashing onto the floor.