Feeling empathy for inanimate objects

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I personify objects, but not to empathize with them. I can get much more hostile and insulting towards inanimate objects that don't work as expected than I'd ever get with humans, and I'm pretty grouchy towards most humans.

i've been mean to inanimate objects also, to my eternal shame

When I am mean to people, I am looking for a reaction. Since inanimate objects don't give a reaction, the temptation just isn't there.

However, something that happened just yesterday was that I had an argument over the phone with my mom so I threw things across the room -- in order for *my mom* to hear how they hit the wall and get reaction from her. But no, I didn't throw any of the things I personified -- although I personified them after the phone conversation was over in order to apologize to them -- but they didn't stay personified for much longer.

As far as the inanimate objects that *are* permanently personified, like the ones mentioned earlier, there is no way I would throw them. I would feel awful.

Everywhere I go
I bring home a rock
To add to my rock harem
Where I fondle them frequently
And arrange them pleasingly
And if one of my rocks is lost
I lose my marbles

I don't do it as a routine but there are few rare occasions where I do. Like there was one time I was exploring a new road and saw a rock on the road and for some reason it looked a bit out of place so I took it and kept it for memory. Eventually my mom persuaded me to get rid of it. Good thing is that I don't feel sorry for it, only regret the forgotten memory. After all, unlike the duck-toy, it has no eyes or nose so it has no specific needs that won't be met if it isn't at home.

I'm never ashamed of being mean to inanimate objects. If I was mean, they know they had it coming.

but they are prisoners of their engineering, they can't help it if they sometimes fall short.

If they can use that excuse, so can I.

I haven't either. I don't think it's shameful.

ya got a point there

I've deliberately destroyed or thrown away inanimate objects, so I must be a mass murderer.

I've also abandoned them by giving them away when I lost interest in them.

I've also severely neglected them, letting them just sit and gather dust.

Or cruelly packed them into plastic bags and storage bins, where they're cramped and deprived of oxygen.

I really am a monster.

i hadda kill me a mouse once. it made me feel so bad, i wrote this little mouse murder missive-

i had to kill little mousey
i'm a big heel, feeling lousy
it was pooping and peeing all over the place
this wasn't something i could allow apace
so i put out a peanut-butter-laced trap
which in the wee hours stomped out its crap
in the morning i awoke, got up and saw
mouse doo doo, a dead tail, a dead paw
protruding from the machinery of mouse death
god help me, i'm an extinguisher of mouse breath

When I was in elementary school, I felt empathy for inanimate objects. I think this stems from watching cartoons and if you're taking time to catch up to everybody else mind-wise, this thinking may spill into your adulthood. It will eventually stop until you fall in love with a car, of course.

If I can use words I understand better as empathy is a word I am struggling to understand.

I do feel that some objects have personalities which I treat like... I treat them like friends. I know I should not do it, but I take care of them and I try not to hurt them. I did well in mountain bike racing as I looked after my bikes by "Reading the road" and shifting my body weight to act as suspension and also so I don't have too much force on delicate parts.