Talking to/Being friends with inanimate objects

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When i was younger, around 5-9 years old my best friend was the shower curtain in my bathroom. I'd talk to it, tell it about my day, and so on. I can't remember really doing this with any other objects other than stuffed animals and was wondering if anyone else had furniture or objects as friends.

I sometimes talk to inanimate objects when I'm frustrated with them. I definitely wouldn't call em friends thou.

I don't have friendships with inanimate objects, but I do usually talk to them as if it will make them more co-operative with me. I'm probably trying to compensate for my clumsiness!

Even just moving windows around on my PC, I'll be saying, "Now, you go over there", "No, not like that, that wasn't what I told you to do", "That's it, you two dock together now". I do it pretty much constantly, not always out loud, because people find it annoying, but I prefer it when I do actually speak the words (how are the object going to hear me, otherwise?!)

I've been talking to inanimate objects all my life. It's not just mental talk, I actually whisper the words. Right this minute, typing this sentence, I am talking to my computer screen.

I have a love-hate relationship with my computer.

I also used to promise my old playstation cookies if it'd actually load up a game for once after 1000 failed attempts. Sometimes it worked. It never got any cookies though

I sometimes like to be polite to objects that are in my way, too, like saying "excuse me" before moving them.

And I have on occasion been known to talk to the toilet (I don't know why).

I'm a cartoonist, so giving life to non-human and non-living things is something I've seem to always had a natural desire for, but a shower curtain seems unusual since it doesn't really have anything that gives it an anthropomorphic appearance. Not like houses or cars or even sink faucets.

Unless the curtain has a pattern of rubber duckies on it, or something, they could be the "friends".

Even my own hands seem to have their own minds and hearts. I'm left-handed, so naturally my right hand is the "bad" character who wants to force my left hand into being all logic and no imagination or creativity. The righty cringes when it sees the lefty having fun drawing things like a female cartoon hippo wearing a dress, or using its fingers like legs running along a narrow space like a railing on a bridge going "run-run-run-run...jump!" My left hand is curious and always trying to find the answers to life's questions while my right hand just says, "Life's full of mysteries, get over it." My right hand hates that my left hand is so emotional, immature and has an aversion to writing and solving math or logic puzzles. Of course, my lefty is the one that does all the writing and drawing, but the righty is like, "Oh anyone can be good at that, it takes *brains* to be good at math." But they need each other in spite of all this. Sometimes I wonder if it really I who is controlling them.

Anyway... when you think about it, we should be very glad bathroom fixtures aren't alive since we're always doing things in the bathroom we usually don't want to be seen doing in front of everybody.