The last 48hrs have been schweet, my honey and I were ensconced in co-habitational (not sure that is a word), bliss over the weekend. There’s nothing like cuddling on the couch in your pj’s watching really awful tv with a severe case of bed-head knowing the person sitting right next to you thinks you are still as sexy as hell (his words, not mine *smug smile*). Don’t get me wrong, when I get around it to, I clean up real good…but my preferred state is one of vegetation, on a couch, watching straight-to-video flicks.
That’s when it hit me, I really shouldn’t be getting attached to inanimate objects (especially the ones that vibrate, haha). If I own it and it useds batteries or needs a charger, chances are high (about 99,8% high) that I have named it and created some elaborate personality profile for the object.
Take Ella for example, she was a lovely gal, a little misunderstood perhaps. Most people found her a bit showy, they couldn’t see past her svelte Samsung x820 frame to see that she was just like any other phone. Sadly, most people just couldn’t get past her looks J Don’t get me started on my Laptop, “Nina.”
However, the madness must stop. My heart shouldn’t literally start breaking just because the inanimate object in question has flown the coop, for goodness sakes, most of these things have a 12 month life span. From here on out, no more naming things, after all they’re just stuff…and stuff can be replaced!
John Mayer ‘Something’s Missing’