For years I had one fork leftover from when I first moved out on my own. Every single time I got that fork, I was disappointed because it was so light and flimsy compared to all the other forks.

Then one day I realized… I could just throw out the fork. The fork was adding no value to my life. I had other forks. So I threw it out and then felt vaguely sad for some reason I could not identify.

So I guess that was my favourite fork.