I had that fucking sunglasses situation solved for nearly twenty years. My attachment to material things is really being tested.
I’ve since attempted a repair. The epoxy snapped as soon as I put them on. I just don’t think there’s enough surface area to create a significant bond. I may try again. Miraculously, if I believed in miracles, I found an identical pair on eBay. They are en route. Praise buy-it-now. I’m not sure how happy I am that the replacement for my daily wear sunglasses are now considered vintage, but whatever.
Have I ever mentioned that I’m a creature of habit, and once a problem is solved I tend to not want to revisit said problem. Also, it’s impossible for me to avoid the classic Fight Club reference of the narrator “solving” his life with purchases. I’m sad that assholes and bros have completely missed the satirical nature of Fight Club and the message about fascism being a bad thing. And a screed against toxic masculinity has become the cornerstone for a lot of toxic masculinity apologists. Jerks.