Inanimate objects you feel sorry for

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I always feel bad for the unpopular pots in the drawer that only get used maybe twice a year.

The bathroom scale. It gets stepped on and called a liar every day.

DH has been known to buy broken secondhand ornaments because he feels sorry for them.

The Christmas trees that don't get picked

Christmas trees in January that are left outside by the bins after being decorated and admired for weeks. Gets me every time! Or the odd socks in my laundry basket just waiting for their partners to show up 😂

Really decrepit old period houses.

They were once prized and longed for.

Once new and beautiful and beloved. Someone was so proud to live there.

Now so sad and abandoned.

My poor car sitting on the back of the recovery truck after a bump.

I was at work so DH sent me photos.

I cried.

😂

Toilets, they take all the crap.
Floors, people walk all over them.

I feel sorry for my decaying garden furniture. It looks so forlorn. Makes me melancholic.
I love it when I get my tent out in the summer, I feel like she must be glad to be out if the garage

Defo Alexa. I just use her when I want something.

Also those shoes and jumpers stuck over telephone lines.

This thread has reminded me; a couple of years ago when I put our Christmas tree together, it didn't look as big as I remembered it being & thought out loud about replacing it ready for last Christmas. I apologised to it out loud when it went away & got it back out again last Christmas & gave it some new glitter and snow spray

Statues. They have to stand there in rain, hail, snow, bitter wind......

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The bottles of AstraZeneca going unused after giving people fatal blood clots...“

Why is there always one?

Things in charity shops that have been personalised, “best grandma” mug, child’s egg cup with name on sort of things.

When we were kids, my mum would make us a plate of mixed sandwiches cut into quarters. My sister would always arrange the sandwich quarters in a ring with the pointy bits facing inward so they could all "talk to each other".

Bonsai trees, how must they feel as they desperately try to grow, but are always being cut back? Do they know they will never grow up as part of a forest?

It's hard for me to throw nice jars out, especially round bellied ones. But worse are scallop shells, I've saved them to decorate a bathroom mirror, but not got around to it yet.

I've probably got enough to decorate the front of my house!

Then there's Alexa...but that's her own fault, her flashing blue light is just too irritating!

I feel sorry for practically every inanimate object it occurs to me to think of. Particular highlights are tins of food - i either feel sorry for the ones left behind when i pick one of their brethren, or if i find i’ve accidentally let something go overdate and it needs to be thrown away, i worry it will be so sad for not fulfilling it’s purpose.

...which would be fine, but i made the mistake of telling DH once and he thinks it’s hilarious. If i mock him for something he’ll counter with “Don’t make me make you feel sorry for the teaspoons, you know i can...”

I feel sorry for my sons old spiderman toy. It quite big (from the floor to my knee) and is dressed up in baby hats and bibs and cardigans and dragged around by his wee sister. My son has out grown him and he is now he the big brother to her baby dolls. I actually say "poor old spiderman" to myself when I am tidying her room and moving him. She does love him but it isn't the life he should have lol.

Coldplay albums. Imagine having to exist with a picture of Chris Martin on you and containing bedwetting music inside.

Photocopiers. All they want is for somebody to gently take out the jammed up paper (generally only jammed because somebody's slapped a handful of paper into the drawer without making sure it's all even) and then to gently push the door closed and wait for them to catch their breath - but no.

They get ripped open, bits yanked out, doors slammed, opened, slammed again and generally sworn at and kicked as being stupid machines for not being able to load their own paper and staples.

These days, when they are yet again out of order and awaiting parts because another idiot has slammed it so hard they've broken another catch or microswitch, I don't tell people they're out of order, I say outright 'somebody's smashed it up again'.

If machine ever do gain self awareness, the Rise of the Machines will come about as a direct result of the humble photocopier's maltreatment at the hands of their slavemasters.

I always feel sorry for my alarm clock if I wake up early and turn it off before it's actually gone off. It's worse if it is literally about a minute before it so due to go off. I imagine it has spent all night getting ready for its big moment and I've ruined it.

Jelly babies and gingerbread men. I always feel really bad when I eat their head or leg or any part of them

My fridge makes a groaning noise every now and then as if it's in pain and it makes me feel bad. It's worked so hard for so many years to keep our food fresh and we take it for granted. It's quite bashed up inside with cracked shelves and broken plastic bits. I feel negligent and uncaring. Like an elderly relative that I overlook.

I would also like to add that TREES AND PLANTS ARE NOT INANIMATE OBJECTS! sorry for the shouting but it really bothers me a lot when people laugh and say they let their plants die (ooh what am I like my house is full of dead plants funny old me. Lol ). Why? Why do you think it's amusing to let plants die? They are not objects, they are alive.

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For me it's vegetables. If I'm cutting cherry tomatoes to go in a salad, I arrange a tea towel to cover those who haven't been cut up yet, so they don't have to "see" what's in store for them. I'm sure they can sense it, though.

This is brilliant, I'm in stitches 🤣

Oh thank god I'm not the only weirdo who gives objects feelings. When dc were little I would rotate the toys on the shelf so they all got a chance at the front

Oh my heart . Cute

And this is why there are so many hoarders!

I can't talk, I feel sorry for that last pea or baked bean or potato on the plate that either has to be binned alone or eaten to be with it's friends, must be so tough.