Syringe of thermal paste

A metal red uno reverse card sits in my wallet. It was a gift from my girlfriend and an acknowledgement of our in joke of replying no u to compliments and I love yous.

Leaving aside points about driving licence numbers being unique or whatever, it would be the silver pentagram that I made back in the '90s and have worn (or occasionally carry in my wallet etc, when the cord breaks) ever since.

At a certain point in time i carried a distinct coin with a scratch mark i made on it so i can flip it and see if i could make it fly (i was heavy into lucir dreaming at the time lmao). Its mostly influence from inception, u can get the same result from just counting your fingers, they look super weird in dreams😭

Probably not super unique but a glass breaker/seatbelt cutter. If I'm in an accident or I come upon one, I want that ability with me.

An old silver pendant that used to be my mother's. It has a simple yet iconic design, people often notice it and make comments on it.

An arch lighter version of a zippo. It fits in traditional zippo cases so I have a collection of shells that I change out to fit the mood. The current one is matte black with a cthulhu theme in brass but normally I use the mercury glass with bones and flowers. My wife calls it my zappo.

Also the severed finger of an elf.

Nail clippers. Got them originally to help with a bad habit of cuticle picking, but I've learned they're weirdly useful. They can cut things in a pinch and no security check gives a shit about them unlike a pocket knife.

My daily carry bag always includes my Kindle, my cribbage board, and dog treats.

I've started carrying a fountain pen rather than a typical ballpoint. I think the writing experience is a bit more pleasant.

Can you clarify what you mean by "unique"?

I have a 3d printed fidget slider and a custom-made worry stone I almost never leave the house without.

perspective

Nothing anymore. But from age 18 to mid 30s I kept my busted up old guitar pick in my wallet.

It had seen way too many shows, and it was brittle as hell. It’s in a shoebox with since other memories now.

Less unique, I carried around phenergan pills in my pocket for about 10 years. I’d had an episode of an unknown something setting off a reaction with my throat closing up. Urgent care gave me the tablets when I left the hospital and I couldn’t not take them everywhere with me for a long time.