Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.
What’s in a name? A rose, by any other name, is still a rose.
The volleyball that kept me company while I was stranded in the ocean?
That would be a tall tale, indeed.
Naming inanimate objects?
Hmm…Now that’s something I have never done.
But I can imagine the urge, the need to possess, to even converse with those everyday things that are almost extensions of ourselves.
We are all used to christening dolls or soft toys such as teddy bears. It is but natural for a kid to personify these childhood relics.
But inanimate objects? An appellation’s fine for a plane, a boat, a painting or even a race car.
I am not one to give people pejorative nick-names. So why label things?
Perhaps , it might help me recall where things are placed should earmark them so–sort of a memory aid.
What do you think or feel?
I guess this story will have to wait until I make it a habit to brand things so.