stuffed animals, my phone. anything that isn't cooperating with what I want it to do, i will blame it on the object to make myself feel better. sometimes I just talk to the object normally, like if I lose a pencil I will ask where it has gone, its a way to organize my thoughts.
as it wouldn't start today.. I filled it upwith the right fuel I checked to see it was turned on and in the right gear but every time I pulled the cord it wouldn't start.. So I tried a few times and when I started talking calmly to it.. It started. Lol sad but true.
Inanimate objects1) WORKOUT DVD's:Look, if I'm putting down my laptop and chocolate to exercise, then chances are I'm not exactly thrilled about it, so irritability is unusually high. The frustration isn't so much with the DVD as it is with the trainers who'll cheer you on with...
inside-out looking for the remote, that I finally end up finding it under a fcking magazine? This is why I yell at inanimate objects! I'm like "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DON'T YOU KNOW I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU?!"
shampoo, and hair brush a lot. For two reasons, one, I always get damn soap in my eyes. Two, well my hair's getting a tad bit long and is hard to style, so I find myself yelling and my gel and brush because they can't do the job right.
I yell at my mouse and my keyboard
I have kicked my bath before because the water I poured into it burnt me
I also have slammed the door so hard for slamming closed on my hand, that I broke the glass next to it and i then yelled at my door again for breaking the glass.
TOILET CHARGER OUTLET TREE BRANCH!!!!! Those things always give me a hard time and injure me and it always hurts.... They never stop! I'm just sick of them!
Hahahaha.... But seriously. I do yell at objects if they are in my way or stub my toe or trip me or fall on my head. Yep...
my laptop, table legs and shelves. The other night I foolishly turned out the light before leaving a room, so I had to find my way out in the dark. I walked slap bang into a cabinet and grazed my hip, I let out a squeal before screaming bloody murder at the poor defenceless...
that I do this. The other day I was running late for work and my jacket got stuck on the hanger. So I started scolding the jacket for having attachment issues. I went on for a good 5 min or so before I realized what I was doing. Yep.
****! Dammit, watch where you're going!
*fan making strange noise* Will you *please* stop, I can't sleep!
*anything making any noise at night* Shhhhh!!
*toaster toasting too slow* Hurry. Upp!
*something slipping or moving* No...stay..
Outside of my house I am a reasonable and collected person for the most part. I rarely raise my voice and I walk away to avoid arguments when possible.
However, at home I have a little bush baby stuffed animal that I got for my third birthday. This is ranted and raved at when...
be it a door or anything. I yell at it and say try that again!! Like the object hit me. My mom heard me do that, and sighed. I said you're the one who kept me locked in a room with all my toys, so I had things instead of people, so now I treat things like people.