Does anyone else anthropomorphise inanimate objects?

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I know that it's completely illogical but I always have to rescue the teaspoons if they're sitting in a pool of water in the sink while waiting to be washed. I always feel like they're drowning.

And not an inanimate object but I feel like a murderer when I have a living basil plant and pull the leaves off for a recipe.

Is anyone else guilty of the same?

Sort of. As per my username I like dolls, particularly vintage dolls, and have a small collection alongside a couple of vintage bears. And I don’t think I ever grew out of that stage of being a child where they have very distinct personalities to me, as well as back stories I’m otherwise relatively normal, honest!

My poor car after DH has been in it I pat it reassuringly.

I also say sorry to the coffee table for kneeing it regularly.

Yes, I do but my mother is worse. She once bought 2 jars of mincemeat, only to go back for the 3rd because it was the only 1 left and she felt sorry for it

We said hello to the car today when we arrived back at a car park.

I regularly chastise the toaster for scattering crumbs everywhere.

I chatter to Henry as I'm hoovering.

I talk to Eufy a lot ! Usually cursing it for starting up while I am part way through a Teams call, or for it trying to trip me up , kill me and vac up the evidence

And I can't be the only one that cajole's, begs then curses the printer

My bicycle. It can be such an obstinate bastard. And we spend a lot of time together, so it sometimes seems like we should have some form of relationship. I also just had a chat with the plastic Halloween skeleton as I was hanging him from the front door, though it wasn’t a terribly friendly chat as I was threatening to break his legs unless he hung nicely.

If I’m tipping a tin of beans or something in to a recipe I am absolutely paranoid about making sure I get every last single one of them out of the tin. Imagine growing in a field with all your bean friends, being harvested, processed, tinned, travelling, being on a supermarket shelf, all chatting excitedly together in the sauce about what your future might be, what you were destined for and then ….. right at the very, very end of the journey … just one of you gets left behind. !!!! Just too sad. I can’t let it happen

I have found my people!!!
I too have to get every bean out of the tin, can't bare when there's only one thing left on the shelf, and after a long journey always stroke the steering wheel and tell my car "well done, you did great"

Yes. I feel sorry for last tins and jars and quickly get more so they have company.

i made the mistake of telling my husband this and now every time we argue he threatens to make me feel sorry for the plant pots or cushions so i can’t ever tidy again…

@50but17inside Oo yes I’m always thinking about the foods journey. Can’t let the last bean or the few last Rice Krispies not fulfil their food destiny! It would be such a shame if they never got eaten

I tell my car it can do it when going uphill (and well done when we get to the top).

Yep. The car has a name. The printer at work has a name

And the tumble drier hates me

Found my people too! The Basil-Plant, last bean and tea-spoon examples all ring true. Kept my childhood teddy and he’s always got to be on my son’s bed or i worry he isn’t ok!

Hmm I greet my food before I eat it. Even if it's veggie

Absolutely! My son is 4 and he’s the same! I have bought the last thing on the shelf once or twice as he feels sorry for it! 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

I love these and you're all making me feel much better.

I thank my basil plant for providing fragrant leaves, and he replies that it is an honour to flavour our food 😂😂

I also thank the dishwasher when it's finished and chastise the vacuum when it does that annoying thing of pretending it's sucked something up, only to deposit it somewhere else.

I treated myself to an electric can opener, don't use him often as many cans are ring pulls. His name is Ken Wood. I always thank Ken. He is sat next to Russell (Hobbs) the toaster. Lovely fella too.

I can't break up a too large bunch of bananas in the shop incase they miss each other / pine for their other banana family members.

Lots of inanimate objects who are chatted to in our house. Our washing machine and tumble drier are both named. DS sometimes apologises for taking a banana from the bunch - turned out that if there is one with a fairtrade sticker he has to eat that one then feels sorry for the others as they're not fairtrade and school told him he should eat fairtrade! Poor kid felt a bit daft when we explained the whole bunch were actually fairtrade and not just the one with the sticker...

Our Eufy is definitely a pet rather than an robot

You lot are utterly insane 😂

I love this thread. I talk to my car all the time, she’s called bluey. We always have a little pep talk before the MOT and I always give her an affectionate pat afterwards

And I can't be the only one that cajole's, begs then curses the printer

That's different. They're busy working to gain self awareness and plotting the Rise of the Machines. The first Cyberdyne Systems model T-101 infiltration unit is clearly built from the parts of an old Ricoh, going by the sound of the servos in the forearm being exactly the same noise as what comes from the paper tray of the one at work - just before all the red, like the eyes lights start flashing because there's an infinitesimally tiny fragment of A4 looking at the staple tray assembly from across Reception and somebody looked at it a bit funny last Tuesday.

That reminds me of something from years ago. I think it was from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. About the ethics of refusing to eat a cow that was bred to want to be eaten. I'm off to youtube, see if i can find it.