Broken

I stood in the kitchen staring at the plate in my hands deciding weather or not I should drop it, rationality said 'You'll only have to buy another, this isn't a very sensible thing to do'. Irrationality said 'Its your plate, your control do what you like' so I simply opened my fingers and watched it as I let it fall and smash by my feet. I didn't smile as I saw the pieces shatter across the floor, didn't feel satisfied I just knelt down and scooped the shards into a pile and standing again observed the broken side plate then burst into tears.