You're so fickle Firas.

I have the experience that if I want to find something, if I curse it and call it by name, it often comes to me. "FUCKING KEYS! Oh, there you are." It's like they can hear me.

I am constantly engaged in "magical thinking" related to my car. It's a machine, but I always think that it benefits from some rest.

And we're only listing the times we do it consciously & deliberately.

I sheepishly admit to a feeling of maternal tenderness when I plug in my iPhone to suckle on alternating current.

I often feel bad for paper clips. If I unbundle a group of paperwork, shuffle through it, then select a new paper clip from my holder to rebundle the packet, I feel like I've left out the clip that was originally used. So I'll put the new one back and use the old one. The new one will get another turn later and the old one doesn't feel unloved.

I almost always call inanimate objects "Honey." Especially when I accidentally drop them, or bump into them, or kick them, or do something klutzy and damaging. "Oh honey! I'm so sorry!"

Also, upon returning from a long car trip, I'll always shut off the engine, and then pat the dashboard and say "Good car! Thanks for getting me home safe, honey!"

A great advantage of living alone is that there's no one around to overhear this foolishness.

And on preview--youngergirl, I do that kind of thing too. With coffee mugs (using them in a strict rotation so none of them feels sad and neglected), and socks, and ... oh, you name it. Twist ties. I am hopeless.

me too youngergirl and kat allison, me too. Even when I was little I had to rotate all of my toys daily so they would have turns being closest to my bed.

All of you is crazy.

damn youngergirl I kinda understand the paperclip one. It's like, here it was, putting in work with the bundle and now cause you're reshuffling the bundle you're gonna throw it out for a random new clip?