Emotional attachment to inanimate objects

Page 2 of 2 [ 21 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1, 2

Grammar Geek
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 22 Oct 2015
Age: 26
Posts: 873
Location: Missouri

13 Dec 2015, 1:22 am

Aspie202 wrote:
Grammar Geek wrote:
Yes! And my mom thinks it's so weird! For example, in high school a few years ago, they were serving turnovers at lunch. There were cherry, apple, and peach turnovers. The cherry and apple ones went in a flash, and the lunchroom staff kept putting more of them out. Meanwhile, the peach turnovers were virtually untouched. I felt so bad that nobody was taking those neglected turnovers, so I got one out of pity. This sort of thing happens to me a lot, and I hate it. I know the objects don't have feelings, but I can't help feeling bad for them!


I actually still have a pair of balloons from almost a month ago, and my mom keeps trying to convince me to pop them, even though I don't want to.


Oh man, that would hurt on two levels: one being the emotional attachment to the balloons, and the other being how much that would hurt my ears. I vividly remember a day in elementary school when we had to do a sort of relay race that involved sitting on balloons to pop them, and I just couldn't do it because it was so loud. The rest of my team was really pissed off at me. :(



ProbablyOverthinkingThisUsername
Raven
Raven

Joined: 24 Sep 2015
Age: 30
Posts: 124
Location: Wisconsin

13 Dec 2015, 11:24 am

I've always had weird moments like this, my earliest memory of this was watching the intro to the old Batman animated series on Cartoon Network when I was a kid. At the end of the intro he punches some criminals on top of a building, and the one criminal's hat (I think it was a little fez or something) falls off the building. I remember feeling bad for the hat, getting dropped like that.

I feel unusually bad after noticing that I lost/dropped something, usually small objects like pencils.

I named my car Melchior, I sometimes talk to it as I'm talking to myself and getting ready to drive somewhere.



Kitty4670
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 18 Nov 2014
Gender: Female
Posts: 7,111
Location: California,USA

13 Dec 2015, 12:47 pm

When I was a teenager, I had these fave mini skirts, they were so pretty & great colors, I LOVED wearing them, I got attached to them & other things. I have an old dresser I wont get rid of, so I'm going buy a new dresser & put my old one in my closet, that dresser was my mom's.



Sunnyboy2
Blue Jay
Blue Jay

User avatar

Joined: 2 May 2015
Posts: 84
Location: Maine

14 Dec 2015, 1:41 am

There was a time, at camp, I was unable to make friends.. so I made a stick my friend (I felt sort of sad not having anyone..). I was possibly eight or nine years old..
It had some interesting patterns on it, very likely from termites or a type of wood-boring insect. I tied a string to it and I dragged it around for a number of years. My father still has 'sticky-wicky' in his truck.

I have developed attachments to the larger photo printers I work with daily.
I may miss them just as much as my co-workers and the relatively mundane, consistent work involved working there.

I also have an incredible attachment to my car.
I'm never anywhere without my car and I like to be able to see him, if possible.



Megan140
Hummingbird
Hummingbird

Joined: 4 Sep 2015
Posts: 22
Location: Canada

14 Dec 2015, 3:26 am

Grammar Geek wrote:
Aspie202 wrote:
Grammar Geek wrote:
Yes! And my mom thinks it's so weird! For example, in high school a few years ago, they were serving turnovers at lunch. There were cherry, apple, and peach turnovers. The cherry and apple ones went in a flash, and the lunchroom staff kept putting more of them out. Meanwhile, the peach turnovers were virtually untouched. I felt so bad that nobody was taking those neglected turnovers, so I got one out of pity. This sort of thing happens to me a lot, and I hate it. I know the objects don't have feelings, but I can't help feeling bad for them!


I actually still have a pair of balloons from almost a month ago, and my mom keeps trying to convince me to pop them, even though I don't want to.


Oh man, that would hurt on two levels: one being the emotional attachment to the balloons, and the other being how much that would hurt my ears. I vividly remember a day in elementary school when we had to do a sort of relay race that involved sitting on balloons to pop them, and I just couldn't do it because it was so loud. The rest of my team was really pissed off at me. :(

Reason why I don't do balloons. I used to keep them for so long. It was worse with helium balloons. Popping them was just so sad!


_________________
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song