to 'feel sorry' for inanimate objects

[ollieplimsoles]

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...

my DH once made the mistake of donating some of the DDs stuffed toys to the school fete without consulting me. Goodness only knows what the parents running that stall told the children standing around was going on with the snot dribbling, mascara running, teary eyed, sniffling loon who elbowed them all out of the way and rifled through the pile of toys muttering 'Snoops ? Oo-oo? Giraffey?

I just remember scooping up the lost family members handing over £££s and running back to the car to give DH a full on 'hairdryer' lecture on why he NEVER EVER was to touch Snoops again.. My heart is pounding just remembering the horror.

I feel sad for the dented tins in the supermarket. And when I was a bit younger, I remember worrying over if I'd separated food from their friends/family by grabbing a handful of pasta or similar.

I'm so glad it's not just me!

Mermaid hair- I think you and I would be good friends. Wed be terrible shopping together but we'd get it. ????

Ollie - I had a manky old sofa, bought for £30 when I was skint. It definitely needed to go but when my daughter was born while I was leaning over it I was so sad
I named my daughter Imogen and cut out an "I" from the fabric

Actually I wanted to start this thread the other day. I felt really bad for a crisp packet that was getting blown all over the road and run over several times...

Oh dear, I am very cold-hearted about throwing things away (my mum was absolutely ruthless about throwing things out), I wouldn't dream of thinking of a lonely tin. When I finish a packet of something, my immediate thought is "great, some space in the tiny kitchen". (I'm constantly trying to reduce clutter.)

However, I have sneaked back to houses that used to be in the family; I'm quite disappointed if I find the owners have apparently done nothing to the front at all, and it looks just like it always did!

My aunt kept an old banger going for years, and when she did eventually sell it, she said was very glad to see the back of it. However, she said she was then horrified and quite sad for the car when the police told her it had been used in a ram-raid!

Also, back in the day before wheelie bins when dustcarts used to collect everything and grind it up on the spot, I remember (aged 9) looking out of my bedroom window and seeing some of our old furniture being loaded in, and watching it break apart before my very eyes. I kept thinking of the stern tones my mum used to use when she was getting rid of things.

My mum was also sooo ruthless with a black bin bag! She would throw anything away! We had to hide our stuff so.it didn't get put in the bin during a clear out.

I blame the john Lewis people for most of this... They give inanimate objects a personality in their yearly heart wrenching adverts! Now I picture my old sofa, sitting at the tip, wondering why its there, what did it do 'wrong' like a dog tied up up alone in a lay by...and its raining. Some sad but inspirational music playing over the scene. I cant sleep at night..

I do quite a few of these things. Haven't gone as far as Parallax and the word document but it makes perfect sense.

A one hundred year old piano which has come to the end of its life is a truly terrible thing to contemplate.

yongnian, both my DC went through a phase (separately) when they saw everything as living, from sticks and stones to sweet wrappings. I'd have to save the latter and bin them when they had forgotten the collection they had amassed.

Buzz and Woody have a home here for as long as they wish.

At least you didn't see the 'error of your ways' and dive immediately into the skip to retrieve them, Coconutty - it sounds as if there are plenty on this thread who would have done just that.

I console charity shop bound things that they will soon meet someone who really wants them in my madder moments.

I think everything has feelings!

Feelings, nothing more than feelings...!

I do this all the time. I also have complete misplaced empathy for total strangers I walk past on the street. It could be just something about them or something they say and I get worried about them thinking they're sad and hope they're ok. I have no idea about their lives at all.

My partner is like this. Apologises to clothes when they are going to the charity shop.