Does anyone else pay tribute to things when throwing them in the trash? Or am I nuts?

Can hardly believe I'm admitting this. A favorite pair of pants split on me today. They were a pair of rough and tumble Kuhl's that I've worn at least 2 or 3 times a week for the last couple of years. I absolutely loved them. They split down the side as I crouched down to pick something up. And as I was throwing them in the trash, I said "You were a good pair of pants and I really enjoyed wearing you. Goodbye buddy." 
 
I think I've done this before. I seem to remember thanking my Brother Inkjet when I took it downstairs to the trash last year. 

I have paid tributes to things dear to me I finally had to let go of. Sometimes it's been that comfy pair of shoes I loved despite being worn to uselessness or that piece from clothing that is out of date and finally accepted will never come back..

dubdisciple
...or that piece from clothing that is out of date and finally accepted will never come back..

Oh hang onto those. The hipsters pay top $$$ for them. 

I'd pay tribute to Yoko in this manner. 

Hi,
 
Ohhhh I like it! I make a big production of saying good bye to things that made me mad! You should have seen the MC5 box, the email from Craig, the email from God, the email from the spammer in Africa, all good clean fun.
 
Latest. I got a watch for free from work through a good employee thing, and this past week I had enough of it. It was a Swiss Army ... blah and blah and it was the worst watch ever, and its time keeping was stupid and it was always going 5 minutes late or 5 minutes early.
 
I threw it down, and then grabbed it and threw it into the trash can with all the vigor and anger of a theatrical production with color lights! "And let that be a lesson to you! GOODBYE!" All of it in my best Marlon Brando stella outfit and feeling! Only thing missing was Werner Herzog running his camera and then compare me to Klaus Kinski! .... nice daughter, btw!!!!

Kalle Rantaaho
About the time when my daughter was born we got an industrial size (about 10 miles) roll of 3 feet wide kitchen film (that thin plastic that's used for wrapping everything). When it was all used, 25 years later (!), we gave its cardboard core a viking burial, boldly in flames it went...

Funny you should say that because recently I finished a huge roll of tin foil that I bought maybe 6 years ago and just seemed to go on forever. When at last the final sheet was torn off, my bottom lip quivered visibly.

I have a t-shirt with a map of Nantucket that I bought when I lived there 12 years ago that was too small to begin with and then shrank in the wash. But every time I decide to prune my t-shirt drawer, I look at it, sigh wistfully, and put it back. I cannot bring myself to throw or give it away. What am I going to do, cart the thing around with me for the rest of my life? And then what, leave it to someone in my will? 
 
I also have my old address book from when I moved to America. I brought it with me to keep in contact with people back home. Not everyone had email back then, and those that did wrote their email addresses next to their names before I left. I don't think there's one single detail in that book that's still correct today. Yet I can't get rid of it. Just looking at my handwriting from years ago makes me feel all sentimental. 
 
But on the other hand, I know that throwing away crap like this can be a cathartic experience and leaves you feeling lighter and less cluttered. A feng shui practitioner once told me a neat system: take all of those things which you don't use but can't bear to throw out and put them all in a large trash bag in the closet/garage. If, after one year has passed, you have not opened that bag, throw it out. I'll do it some day. 

Actually I guess I owe ol Sharke a "laurel and hardy handshake" for his post.  It reminded me about those dern slides I love and that I haven't tried to find any in a long while.  So I did some google sleuthing and found that even though Merrell hasn't made the "Memphis" in years it was making a model that for all practical purposes (except for the color) was identical called the "Traveler Tilt".  Which just happened to be on %50 off clearance at Merrell as a discontinued model.  And one of the only two sizes they had left was mine!!  Boom!  Be here within a week.  Thanks ol pal...tangentially:-)
 

Starise
I don't really claim any particular attachment to anything material and I've never blessed my clothing but my shorts are holy holey...does that count?
 

 
Well, without at least three holes they would be awfully difficult to wear. 
(Just sayin'...)

craigb
I've got a place near me that somehow can repair pants like new when they split.  The last time it cost me $8.  
 
But, then again, you're nuts, right? 

I have a pair of Navy bell bottoms, real deal, bought on the base. They were my um, "trip pants" in another life that I no longer remember. They have well over 150 patches on them. I outgrew them, I got them when I was 18. I do believe there is more patched area than jean area left. They need a refurb but I am afraid to let anyone work on them, maybe I can find an old hippie chick to fix 'em up. They really need to be turned inside out and some kind of thin liner sewn in under the original denim and patches. Otherwise, they will split if I anyone were to try and wear them no matter what is done.
Shoot, I used to patch my own jeans if there was no one else to do it. Yeah, if your pants are not gone yet, get them OUT of the trash and either stitch them up or get someone else to. There are people all over who would LOVE to make a few bucks for stitching something back together, times are tough.
 
I'm thinking that one day when I am really old.. maybe my old blue jeans will fit again.
 
I'm going to take a look at the pants you named, I am not familiar with them. I stopped buying Levis probably 20 years ago because of that which cannot be discussed. I went to Lee jeans and was quite happy until the last time I needed new jeans. I will not pay 40 bucks for a pair of jeans, just on principle. I found some Wranglers at WalMart that have a bit of elastic in the waistband, they suit me well, look good, and cost about 20 bucks a pair, last time I bought some.
My younger daughter used to spend 150 dollars+ for a pair of jeans that, IMO, looked like crap. I'll never understand that... but it was her money.
 
Oh, and yes. I have said goodbye to things before. This probably does not put you in good company, lol.
 
edit> I looked at them. They look like good pants. Maybe I will get a pair as a gift. I can't imagine how you managed to wear them out, do you use bleach?
 
J

The Kuhls are very well made pants. I just battered the hell out of these. I spend the day running around/wrestling with dogs. Lots of crouching as well, it's no wonder they split on the side.

A couple of years ago I realized that stores had stopped selling good quality cargo pants and were selling nothing but these "skinny" pants that look ridiculous unless you're very tall and slender (which rules out 98% of the people who actually wear them). It then occurred to me that the only place I was going to get the kind of straight legged, good looking, rough and tumble pants was in outdoor stores. Once you sift through all of those horrible pants with the knee zips that covert to shorts, which make you look like you're on your way to a Dungeons and Dragons meet, there are some great hiking pants which are sturdy, have a great line to them and look cool in an urban setting. Kuhl seems to have the best ones. If you look around online you'll nearly always find some on sale.

I bought some new ones this year for the summer. They're much lighter than the other ones and have mesh ventilation in various discrete locations. They're a life saver when you're working outside all day in 90 degree humidity (and you're not a shorts kind of guy).

They usually end up frayed around the ankles from puppies chewing and tugging at the hem. I've had a few dogs cock their leg and pee right on me too. It always seems to happen when I'm stood in one position for too long at the dog park - they start to mistake me for a tree.