For the longest time I had this crappy serving spoon that I got in college. It was flimsy and would bend almost to the point of breaking every time you used it. It made it difficult to use it for its one job of scooping food out of large containers into smaller containers, but still I put up with it for years.
I don’t know why it took me so long to realize I could just, you know, buy another one. Eventually I did, and it’s much more pleasant to use.
I don’t see any particular virtue in burying yourself in daily annoyances out of…what exactly? So you can pretend you’re better than other people because you “don’t care” about material things? So you can play at being a fun-loving free spirit who stomps on their flatware during an impromptu dance party?
You can buy decent stuff and still not need to feel owned by it. That’s an issue that’s all in your head. Pay $50 for a fork but also let it go that your friend might ding it up.