AIBU to feel sorry for inanimate objects light hearted

[Antisocialarsebadger]

Just that really. We came back from holiday yesterday and the washing machine must have been on 4 times since then. I've just snuck up to it and put another load in, I felt decidedly guilty at the look on it's (non existent) washing machine face. I could have sworn it looked knackered. Haven't the heart to tell it there's another lot going on before bed. Does anyone else feel like this about objects or am I just alone here.

Where do they escape to DJ?

PerryPerryThePlatypus

I feel sorry for any beans left in the tin. It's like they don't get to fulfil their beany destiny

I was going to post that the last time we had a thread like this there were people (including me) who felt sorry for beans.

I'm on safe ground with this one - if you are buying a soft toy you must make your mind up before you pick one off the shelf. You will break their hearts if you pick them up and put them back.

I feel sorry for the dishwasher.

She's old, she creaks, I can tell she's thinking 'not again' as I boot her up.

Poor old gal.

Cutlery - you can't leave a section eg the forks with just one a different way up from the others in case it gets lonely. Its ok if there's a mixture though. I'm not mad.

I never pick up a stuffed toy unless I'm going to buy it, it's not fair to get their hopes up

The beans left in tin is one I struggle with, do you make sure to get it and use it so it's not alone and has fulfilled it's beany destiny, or do you allow it to escape because it held on so tight?

I'm also bad about things that get rotated, like bedding, can't be seen to be showing favourites so they all need to get a turn

I’m exactly the same op. I always think objects will be sad if I get rid of them, or don’t get eaten!

My faithful tumble dryer stopped working so I bought a new one and as they were taking the old one away to be recycled I patted it and said goodbye!

This is why toy clutter is the worst. How can anyone put a teddy bear in a rubbish sack?

I'm in the middle of moving and making myself be mean sensible about what we take. This has necessitated some hard choices, especially when it came to old crockery chums. Finally I took a box of the single stragglers remaining from long broken or lost sets to our local recycling centre. I felt horrid and thanked and apologised to them all...

When we got there I was told they couldn't be tucked in safely with household stuff but instead had to be hurled into the hardcore bin with all the concrete rubble and broken bricks. I was frantically sorting through the box to see who I could save when my DP left the car to talk some common sense to me. I still had to lean right over the bin thing and lower the box gently in, just in case a fellow recycler spotted them and wanted to give them a new life.

I tried not to picture the incinerator scene from Toy Story 3 as we drove away. DP headed straight to Costa and returned with a hot chocolate to make me "feel better" and a pitying look to make me feel nuts

You need to watch “Everything is better with doodles” and “the secret life of stuff” on You Tube

I have this stupid thing where I can’t throw something away if I think about it’s feelings beforehand. If I don’t stop to think it’s fine, but if I do... well, that would be why I have inch long pencils and a broken stapler on my desk.

My Dh and I spotted a solitary rose bush in a pot in Marks and Spencer's, the day after Mother's Day. It's label announced it to be named "precious mum". It was marked down to half price.
It hadn't been bought by anyone as it was a bit lob sided and unhealthy looking. Also there weren't any flowers on it . Yet it looked so forlorn.
Reader we bought it!
And planted it.
For two years it has struggled on not improving any in the looks department, and then this summer it burst into life and rewarded us with a single, beautiful pink rose.
I gave it a little pep talk, about the value of keeping trying even when all the odds are against you and eventually you will succeed.

Only now I'm not sure it appreciated the advice, as when I go out in the garden it's gone back to looking all scruffy and wind blown , and it's never even managed another bud never mind a flower. It's also trying to climb through next doors fence, I hope not in an attempt to escape from me and my wise words.

I once felt bad having a conversation with a friend in my car about buying a new one. Instant guilt. Will never do that again.

hastag cars get me every time.

I've been in floods following my previous ones to the scrappie, sat there unawares on a flat bed, and me knowing they are going to get squashed.

I thank cocoa (current car) every time I use her.

And all teddies have a personality in this house.

Oh yes the car.

Sold mine recently and had to stroke it and tell it that it had been a very good car and was now going to make someone else very happy too and desperately hope it would go to a good driver who would look after it at not crash it

New car and I are in the early stages of our relationship, I can't keep my hands off her and keep twiddling her knobs and stroking her leather seats and I'm hoping she will be as loving and faithful as the last one

Note how new car is definitely a her. I have never had a relationship with a female car before and feel a bit naughty

Im really glad it's not just me. DH maintains I'm barmy, but I note he couldn't watch when the old car was sent to the great scrap yard in the sky. In fact I'm sure he said something along the lines of "do you think it knows where it's going". The sofa is going soon, I'm currently sat on it, I hope he doesn't know.

Anyone remember the Tesco advert for Mumm champagne? Someone takes the full sized bottle and all the diddy bottles start shaking and sobbing "Mum! Mum!". That used to really upset me; must have been a man who created it.

Shall I just leave this here?

I always reassure my car when we drive past the garage it came from that I’m really happy with it and not taking it back. I’ve been known to pat the steering wheel while saying this.

I saw this once and it now gets me every time! 😂

No beans escape because then what would they do??
My garden is full of unwanted ugly shrubs.

I’ve found my people!
This is something i really struggle with. I’m determined that if I have children I’m going to minimise the toys they have (especially soft toys) as I found it so traumatic getting rid of any when I was younger.
I remember selling some and a lady wanted to buy them for her dogs as chew toys
Selling my first car was awful but it was ok in the end as it was bought by a guy who was cross with me for having dented the wheels and was telling me all about how he was going to clean it and wipe down the engine etc. I felt much happier knowing it was going to a good home!

When I traded in my old clio for my next car I cried like an absolute baby. I sobbed so much I could barely talk to the salesman. I couldn’t pull myself together. I had to avoid looking at “Barney” as I drove away!

I'm with Perry on the beans, I need to make sure that not even one bean is left in the tin as I feel bad that it gets split up from it's other bean friends same with cornflakes in the bowl etc...must eat them all so none of them are left on their own, no wonder I'm overweight lol