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May 2021

So yesterday I was getting some cereal and I ended up dropping an ice cube on the floor. So I took another ice cube out the tray and threw them in the sink together. My sister was watching this whole ordeal and asked me why did I do that? I told her "So the one I dropped won't die alone." She looked at me like I was crazy.

But all my life I've always felt that everything has feelings. Like if I go to the store and only need one of something, and I see that there is two left, I would grab them both so the other one won't feel "left behind".

So I was wondering if it's just me or does other people feel the same way.

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I have a strong connection to some objects, which sometimes makes me forget they are inanimate. Mostly books and objects linked to music (instruments, records, scores etc). Also power tools and small machinery.

Now if we go to live stuff, it is way worse with plants. I one time took my phone out of my pocket, panicking, in order to call 911 because I accidentally tear a branch from a tree with my tractor :joy: Fortunately I realized before calling.

Sometimes I act as though they do, primarily with stuffed animals. If I accidentally knock one of mine over, I'll usually say 'sorry' to it, and sit it back up.:sweat_smile:

A little! I lean into it with the magic system in my comic universe. Every atom is formed of an energy called the Leystream, which by extension is what we as humans are made of. As living matter, like plants, animals and humans, begins to become aware of its environment and itself, that concentration of consciousness in the Leystream forms a soul.

So, an ice block may not have a soul... But the Leystream itself has a consciousness of sorts, so your gesture of not wanting the ice block to die alone leaves little positive ripples in the Leystream. Which is a good thing.

It has a lot of parallels to some of the theology of Baruch Spinoza. I was really surprised to find out that an excommunicated Jewish guy from the 17th century felt the same way about the universe as I do.

Hahahahahaha if thats true then I would feel really bad for tissue papers and diapers

Yes for several things and I have a particularly strong connection to my car. She's almost at 700K. I've always liked the Shinto idea that everything possesses a spiritual essence. Also, she's a Japanese car and quite often Shinto priests bless cars during the assembly process.

I don't really believe every object has its own life, but sometimes, I do think to myself "What would happen if inanimate objects actually had a soul and we didn't know?" and everytime I do, it's kinda crazy.
If that's so, then it means my computer knows every single thing about me. EVERY. SINGLE.THING. :flushed:

I'd like to think old object do have kind of a soul of their own. A suitcase where the lining has been stitched back tells a story of use and care. Or a tea kettle whose surface shines through years of duty. A bit sentimental really.

Kinda similar to this, I sometimes wonder if objects have consciousnesses that are unknowable because they can't express them. I've even wondered if all individual cells in the body have some capacity to think, but almost none of them had any capacity to express in ways we'd know or accept...

I don't really think that inanimate objects have feelings, but when I was younger I used to look at dead leaves in the wind and think they really, really looked like animals running or flitting in circles.

Off topic, but the title of this post immediately made me think of this:

I do something similar, whenever I bump into a table corner or shelf, I'll instinctually ask, "Ah, why did you do that?"

I have no idea where that habit came from.

No, but I do think they have a mind of their own. I'm constantly cussing them and putting them in their place. It's like, 'You have one job. When I reach for you, jump in my hand!' :grin:

I feel like it sometimes. But only in a negative sense as my keys and wallet always go missing. They ran away on purpose.
Or when my computer crashes it's doing it out of spite.

Inanimate objects are jerks who are always out to get me.

I have that with devices that have a CPU. For me a CPU is like a "soul" so I feel bad throwing it away. I haven't thrown away any of my phones yet.

I feel you. I don't really think of things like that these days, but after watching toy story I became hyper-aware of how I played with toys. I can get that way with video game characters though. Also, there's a podcast that you may be interested in about this topic.

I thought like this when I was kid. I had this fear that inanimate objects like the fridge and my stuffed animals would one day rise up and take over the earth, only sparing the humans that were nice to them. So, whenever I bumbed into a table or slammed the fridge door to hard, I would apologize (or say thank you in other situations), hopefully ensuring my safety in the imminent inanimate item revolution...
Shit was crazy back when I was 8 years old. I did eventually grow out of that thinking but I do recall it every now and then, and end up apologizing for the same stuff if I feel like it.

Yes actually. All my stuffed animals have names, and i get upset if they dont all fit on my bed, because i dont want their feelings hurt.

I'm happy to see that I'm not alone here. As my sister would say "You all are crazy together I guess."

I believe everything is conscious. As we all came from the same stuff. A singularity expanding outwards into infinity. Pretty awesome. My brother is a lamp.

I don't believe that non-organic objects have feelings but may have lingering emotion/energy imbued by the owners. The more attached the owner has, the more energy the object has imbued. (or should i say 'blessed' or 'cursed' objects?)

considering the amount of times I apologize for bumping into them?? All the time

This is actually a known psychological phenomenon & apparently nearly everyone has it a some time in their lives. For some, it's kinda always there, to one degree or another.