to 'feel sorry' for inanimate objects

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Maybe its the pg hormones making me all unreasonable!

But we have an old.sofa in our living room, its very old, dh had it in his bedroom when we first met, and it belonged to a family friend before that.its also quite tatty.

We have ordered a lovely new sofa and this old one is going to the tip. But I suddenly started feeling sad for it, thinking about how it wont be around when our baby arrives and other nonsense!

I used to feel sorry for toys that were sent to charity when I was little too.

Its just me isn't it...

Ok so popping back to recommend Marie Kondo's 'Life-Changing Magic of Tidying' because you will love her reverence for inanimate objects and her total confidence that they do indeed have feelings and in fact, they can and must be thanked for what they've done for you, as you either put them away or recycle them.
Works for me and I even managed to get rid of some stuff!

Inanimate objects make me angry. Very angry. I'm not an angry person in general but things going missing, things not clipping together properly, things that tip over and spill etc give me uncontrollable rage. It is embarrassing. And my DS is exactly the same - he screamed furiously this morning for 5 minutes because he couldn't find his socks.

I have this, though I'm not a hoarder at all and like decluttering, I do feel sorry for the things. Yes to the last baked bean too. I have to get it out, even if it's really stuck, because otherwise it won't be with its friends! (Somehow I can get over the fact that they're all going to get eaten anyway.)

I also feel bad for the toilet if two or more people go for a big poo in quick succession. Poor toilet. (One poo at a time is obviously part of its remit.)

Cailindana- I have this really bad, I snagged my dressing gown on a door knob and shouted 'Will you fucking get off me!?'

I also bent over to pick up a sock and kept dropping it and dropping it, I just whinged 'Stop it you're hurting the baby!'

My DH was standing there laughing so hard..

Oh god yes and I don't have hormones to excuse me. I blame Toy Story. In fact, the (incredibly sad and stupid) way I deal with personifying everything like our old car, is to imagine their spirit/personality 'moving' to the new thing. It's total bollocks of course, but it helps - our car's had the same name but different bodies for years now and when it grows up, wants to be a Ferrari!

You are all so weird, but in a lovely way.
to you all.
which you won't be able to throw away when they've died

In the supermarket, if my mum went in for say, a bottle of squash, if there were only two on the shelf, she would buy both so that one wasn't lonely.

I have no idea if she still does this but I expect she does.

I am the same.
Ds is getting the same. Noooo you can't give that top away. It was my favourite. Keep it for dd please.
I try to give things a new home. Rather than binning good stuff. Although most people try to re-home things in my house.
Charity shops are usually greatful for things, things get a new home.
Dd never had a toy that went everywhere with her. Until her second birthday, she found a cat in the 99p bucket in a charity shop. They are insuperable now. Have been for a few months.
Yanbu.

When we traded our old car in, I felt really bad driving out of the garage in the new one, and leaving the old one on the forecourt. I felt guilty that I hadn't explained to it what was happening and said goodbye properly - stupid I know, but it had been a brilliant car and served us well.

OP the fabric from across the back of the sofa is probably in good condition. It would make a cushion or draught excluder.
Though I'm always sorry for draught excluders myself especially the dog ones.

Next door neighbours often leave their washing out overnight. It looks really sad and dejected. Very cruel.

I apologised to my washing maching this morning because it wasn't getting a rest in between loads... Done five loads since breakfast and feel really bad, I will give it a day off tomorrow.

YANBU!

I totally do this too. I once told DH off for talking about how we were going to throw out an old armchair in front of said chair. He looked at me as if I was insane he was probably right.

I don't like to separate bananas in shops - I feel like I'm tearing a family unit apart. Especially if I just want to buy one but there are two attached then I have to buy them both otherwise I imagine them screaming in a sort of "No! My baby" or "My wife! Hold on" sort of way.

Properly laughed out loud at two dumps in quick succession. Poor toilet indeed!

When i sold my first car, she needed some petrol, i paid for Premium especially as I knew it would be her last "drink". Car was old and in my heart I knew very likely to be scrapped. I still look out for her though, just on the off chance.

I do this.

• I used to kiss all my toys goodnight as I didn't want any of them to feel left out.
• I would get a toy that I took on the plane out of my bag to see out the window as I felt bad that it was squished up in my bag.
• I said goodbye to my first car and gave it a pat before going.
• I feel sorry for the more tattered books on the shelf because they probably won't get picked.
• I have been known to shuffle tins around in supermarkets so one isn't left all alone when I have got as many as I need.

Did any of you watch Red Dwarf? I am reminded of the episode where Kryton names the Washing Machine - because he works better with an identity...

I feel terrible for Christmas trees and pumpkins not chosen on their holidays. I imagine them having a sad little weep as all their friends are merrily swept off to lead a life of glamour.

DH tells me off becuase I discuss selling his car while sat in it, we have to pat it better (it's been a good car)

We had a bath, it went to the tip but told the bath it was off to the farm to play. Dh and I are never allowed to discuss the poor bath again (there was nothing wrong with it, we just wanted something better and felt so guilty)

Im so glad im not the only one!!

Then I feel sad for all the Christmas trees and pumpkins chucked out after their short lived life of glitz and glamour..

I get upset when stuff gets lost. Dd has lost two school cardigans in the last two weeks and I've been to lost property daily hoping to find them. They were getting too small and she would need new ones in September but I'm sad they've just disappeared and I worry about them being in a ditch somewhere, muddy and unwanted. They have her name lovingly sewn in too.

I only get this with cars. I scrapped a car and felt like crying as it was driven away. Still miss that car now. (It was my first car, I went all over in it but by God, it cost me some money in repairs!)

Vacant,Im picturing your washer ringing up the iron to make plans for the day off...