Talk to inanimate objects much? Whisper sweet nothings to a piece of pie you’re about to shovel into your mouth? Swear at a table you’ve just stubbed your little toe on? Befriended a volleyball whilst marooned on an island? Tell us about it here. Alexa....GO
I get angry at every inanimate object that refuses to behave as expected. It's hard to narrow it down. My downstairs toilet gets clogged a lot, and I get the impression it also mistakenly believes that my ***** stink.
I don't need inanimate objects. I have animals to anthropomorphize. I just accused my cat of putting herself on a pedestal because she was sitting on top of a scratching post.
I talk to electronics but as they are practically sentient beings these days, I’m not sure that counts.
I've started talking alone again and it's a terrible sign. I usually talk to an imaginary audience rather than specific objects though.
I spend much of my day restacking boxes loaded on a truck in a way that may or may not be neat but either way is not the way it must go into a store. Well. Label facing the wrong way as I look for it flipping it over and over, "Where the %^&* are you?" Box stuck or is falling apart with contents trying to spill out, "DO WHAT I WANT LIKE I HAVE TELEKINESIS $%^&*()#$@!*&^^*(!" Set box down easy like normal with nothing apparently wrong, turn away and then back and the end comes open and everything spills out, "Oh that's right, @#$%^& @#$%^& just fall the %^&* out." And so on. Not every day is like this but frequent enough to cause real stress.
Another one who talks to her car. His name is Gort and he is a sweet ride and always gets me where I need to go. He loves the nerdy stickers I've put on him and was especially please when I got a 'Klaatu Barada Nicto' one. He also thinks I drive better than my son in law who I bought the car from... but don't tell him that.
Computers? Welcome "Welcome? In my own home?" We are setting things up for you "What do you mean we? You're just a bloody computer with an internet connection"
I'm constantly having conversations with my cat. And not only do I do my part, I respond in what I think of as his voice (and I always make him a vulgar jerk). You would think I was a nutcase, but my wife does it too.
I talk to my stuff all the time, at least in my head. I have a constant internal monolog going, which means that I can't focus on audio books, podcasts, or even talk radio. I keep cussing at my computer in my head all the time, but rarely say anything out loud. It's only a matter of time before it develops telepathy, though.
I know a lot of people who do this with their pets. I’m not talented enough with voices to make 5 different cat voices, though. I just pretend I can hear what they’re saying. Sometimes if other people are present, I answer with partial translations, like Han when he talks to Chewbacca. This makes me sound like a cool space smuggler. Just kidding. Other people are never present.
Been swearing at the TV for about the last half hour as Scotland are leading England by 11-6 in the Six Nations rugby.