Of all the bad emotions a human can experience, where do you put what you feel when you freshly grind some weed, then instantly drop the open grinder?

Picked up whatever I could , the rest was pretty much dog fur and weed even though I vacuum at least once a day (my dog loses so much fur) and while I was picking up, I wasn't exactly sure of my emotions, actually I went through a whole array of emotions fear while it fell, screaming of anger while I was looking at my weed on the floor, laughing tears when remembering I got a lot more weed and right at the end, which is now, a strange moral dilemma where I'm sitting in front of that hairy, dusty, dirty ass weed in my grinder and asking myself the question "Am I being wasteful if I toss that? Or am I a dirty ass mf if I smoke it?"