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Personifying Inanimate Objects

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#1 ·
This is of some interest to me. My INFP friend and I were talking about Synesthesia the other day (A neurological condition in which different senses are confused with others, eg. a song smells like oranges, or gives off the color of the sun) and I stumbled across a forum where some individuals were talking about the condition.

Long story short, they were talking about personifying inanimate objects or body parts (arms, toes, pens, gummy-bears). It's probably different for someone who has the condition, and I can't say I've ever personified a pen, but I do feel sorry for inanimate objects quite often.

Example: Animal cookies (Guilt at the thought of biting their heads off), Stuffed animals (If I got rid of them, I was hurting their feelings), an object that was used and abandoned (a couch in the rain, a bag of crumpled potato chips), and basically any material possession that benefits me greatly in some way. My computer for instance, by existing, it makes my life easier.

This morning my computer fell off my bed, and I said out loud in a sorrowful, coddling voice "Oh, computer!" I actually felt sad for the computer, as if it had been hurt.

Anyways, does anyone else personify objects? If so, which ones?
 
#3 · (Edited)
do you personify the stuff that may clutter your desk, Like the old wrappers of candy on your desk and torn piece of paper with scribbly marks on it, maybe an orange peel from an orange you so ruthlessly ravaged its innards and discarded the remainder, leaving only a husk of what was once a whole fruit?:happy:
 
#4 ·
I have synesthesia, but I hardly think this is related to the condition? In any case, I do this. I feel bad for ojects that I drop, and even dust/clean them up afterwards. I also feel bad when I do use an object enough, and think of how it could be more often put to use. Just silly things like that.
 
#8 ·
Well, I often feel a lot for inanimate objects. Strongest one by far was the one for my pillow back in the old college days where the hostel was a complete dump. It felt like I was leaving behind a comrade, someone who had experience hell and high waters with me and there was a very strong feeling of abandonment. I literally cried.

No pillow has replaced that pillow ever since.

The part I could feel most is the feeling of abandonment. Another thing is also placing and position where if I move or break something, it is as if I have tampered with it's sense of place and home. Like taking someone and placing them where they don't belong...
 
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#12 ·
I personified objects when I was young. I had a very over active imagination, though. I thought my dolls could be alive (too many horror movies too young) and would get mad at me for mistreating them. So if I would get mad and throw one of them across the room, I would have to apologize to it and soothe it, or same thing if I dropped one off the bed while I was sleeping. I also couldn't let others dolls get jealous of the amount of time another spent with me. ...I was kind of a weird kid. :)

However, I don't think this is quite the same thing as what everyone else described. If it does have to do with sentimentality, well... I'm not very sentimental honestly. I mean, I sorta am. I still have most of my favorite dolls from when I was a kid. But I've also lost a lot of stuff while moving and I don't care about most of it (but I do about some of it :().
 
#13 ·
I was waiting for enough content in this thread to respond to with my own thoughts -

My relationships with inanimate objects are perhaps in many, many cases much, much stronger than my relationships with people - to the point where my ex-wife used to feel jealous of my relationships with my Keyboard, my computer, my car, my keychain [I've had it for 12 years], my pillow, a Dodgers T-shirt my sister got for me,

Long story short, they were talking about personifying inanimate objects or body parts (arms, toes, pens, gummy-bears). It's probably different for someone who has the condition, and I can't say I've ever personified a pen, but I do feel sorry for inanimate objects quite often.

Anyways, does anyone else personify objects? If so, which ones?
Yes. I not only personify objects, I love them, dearly, to the point of feeling loyal to their existence, to placing value upon their existence because all that those objects do for me in my daily life. I kept a ticket stub of the first movie date I went to with a dear crush for 7 years [from age 17-24] and I still feel a pang of guilt as I type it for throwing it away.

I had a deep connection with my wheelchair and my walking stick as my "partners in life" and I would consider them my best friends for a while when I had no one else to talk to. I didn't talk to them - but they were my "pillars of strength"

I had a pillow that I still long for and sometimes long for the feel of that pillow like one would long for the touch of a lover.

lol, when I would format my computer:

"Goodbye old friend."

When I would throw away excess water/drink into the sink because I cant take another drink:

"It's nothing personal."
My computer is also one of those objects that I have a love/hate relationship with. It's not the computer - but the data it contains. It contains everything I've ever done over the past 15 years [thankfully never faced the trauma of losing any of my data ever].

My earliest music tapes [about 9 of them] have disappeared and with it my first ever creations :/ I miss them like I would miss a great friend and I sometimes wonder what might have happened to them - what kind of ordeal they might have gone through :/ I feel neglectful and uncaring and guilty to have allowed myself to lose them.

Well, I often feel a lot for inanimate objects. Strongest one by far was the one for my pillow back in the old college days where the hostel was a complete dump. It felt like I was leaving behind a comrade, someone who had experience hell and high waters with me and there was a very strong feeling of abandonment. I literally cried.

No pillow has replaced that pillow ever since.

The part I could feel most is the feeling of abandonment. Another thing is also placing and position where if I move or break something, it is as if I have tampered with it's sense of place and home. Like taking someone and placing them where they don't belong...
Are you me?

We implies that everyone feels the same way. I recognize that it's something that everyone has experienced in some form or another, but I don't necessarily think everyone feels the same way about such things. Certain objects carry significance for some individuals and do not for others. It's incredibly complex.

No, nobody will rejoice about dropping their iphone, obviously. I'm talking about appreciating an object to the point where it becomes human-like in the way one administers sympathies, hence "personification". Like I said in my initial post, I am endeared to my computer because it does a lot for me- it makes things easier for me, it essentially does nothing but "give" and cater to my needs. For these reasons, I'm endeared to it....not just because it's expensive, although that does factor into the equation.

I'm basically saying that it triggers my empathy, almost as if it were a human being. I do feel sorry for the couch, because as you said the couch represents an idea, one of loneliness and abandonment.....something that was once loved and enjoyed is now sitting by a dumpster. I guess I don't really disagree with your points (aside from the animal crackers) I just disagree with the use of "we" because that implies that everyone experiences the same reactions in these situations.

As for synesthesia, the forum did make it seem as though there was a correlation, however, in the context of this thread, it was basically just a backstory....something I saw and related to in some instances, which sparked my further interest in the topic.
I don't know about any relation to synthesia - but I've bolded what I relate to.

I personified objects when I was young. I had a very over active imagination, though. I thought my dolls could be alive (too many horror movies too young) and would get mad at me for mistreating them. So if I would get mad and throw one of them across the room, I would have to apologize to it and soothe it, or same thing if I dropped one off the bed while I was sleeping. I also couldn't let others dolls get jealous of the amount of time another spent with me. ...I was kind of a weird kid. :)

However, I don't think this is quite the same thing as what everyone else described. If it does have to do with sentimentality, well... I'm not very sentimental honestly. I mean, I sorta am. I still have most of my favorite dolls from when I was a kid. But I've also lost a lot of stuff while moving and I don't care about most of it (but I do about some of it :().
I don't personally relate it to sentimentality - more so to the desire to create emotional connections because after all we're 'feelers' and emapathic ones at that. When I break something in anger, I feel guilty not because I broke it, but when I look at the broken pieces, I feel evil, uncaring, unkind. It triggers my empathy for the object - especially if it's one I loved.

I broke my walking stick in a fit of anger - and I felt like I killed my best friend ... It tore me apart inside when I finally recovered from the anger and I just sat there thinking of all that the walking stick and I had gone through together - and I killed my best friend - I still feel the pain of what I did that day - though it's getting better.

Great thread :)
 
#14 ·
I talk to my inanimate objects all the time. But I don't think there's any sentimentality to it, for me. I just like to babble. If my hair is tangled, I urge it to cooperate with the hair brush for the betterment of our overall appearance. I ask my sock drawer to kindly send a pair of matching socks forward (However, the sock drawer is rather old and I think it's hard of hearing. Most days, my socks don't match...). I become angry with things that aren't where they belong and scold them for not being on their shelf/in their cupboard/stacked neatly/ect. I have a running commentary with random things most every day. I used to wonder if I was crazy, but I think it's just a way for me to occupy my mind. It's entertaining to me, and those who've witnessed it usually see the humor in my silliness, so that's a bonus.

My electronics take the brunt of my hostility. We just don't see eye to iPod. I want music, iPod wants sleep. I want to send a text message, cell phone can't be bothered to step outside it's comfort zone and find service. I'd like the laptop to magically do everything I expect from it, and it insists on being a complicated system of tech stuff that I don't understand.
 
#16 ·
@Happy about Nothing. ... I was going through pics on my facebook, and I came across a pic of my room. I'm posting the pic here - look at the placement of the walking stick - even though I didn't need it at the time, I kept it in my room :)

Note the walking stick :) When I saw this pic again - I felt like I was looking at a picture of an old friend who's no longer with me.

As for the rest of the stuff --- it was my wife's so I had it sent back :) I felt no connection to any of it really. Though I do miss my room - more so the room before it was altered to suit my ex.

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In this pic - the only objects I'm emotionally connected to are the walking stick, that vase next to the DVD rack [The vase was a wedding gift from my INTJ friend I keep talking about - my only memory of her], and that's it :)
 
#17 ·
@KC Tan

Haha I checked out the video. Seems a bit like what I was talking about, yeah. I actually have a friend who I suspect is an ENFP who talks to objects the way I do. I could almost say that it's a habit born of interacting with her, except I've always done it.

I did test as an ENFP when I was 16, but even then I didn't feel like it fit quite right. I always thought that the description made me sound much more assertive than I am. At the time, I thought I was just, like, the runt of the type lol.

I might have a strong P. I dunno, I don't know the qualities well enough to assess. I see my J pretty clearly.
 
#18 ·
@KC TanI did test as an ENFP when I was 16, but even then I didn't feel like it fit quite right. I always thought that the description made me sound much more assertive than I am. At the time, I thought I was just, like, the runt of the type lol.
W-wait... how old are you exactly if you don't mind me asking? You can PM me the answer if you wanna keep it private :3
 
#23 ·
This reminds me of when i was a kid and I used to ride around on the bottom of the grocery cart and pick up old produce lying on the floor because I felt sorry for it. In my little child's head, I thought it was unwanted and neglected, so I wanted to give it a "home."

Nevermind that my mom made me throw it out before we left.
 
#24 ·
I think sometimes, when I use something and don't use the thing I bought before as much as the thing I bought later ( like, say, a pen) I sometimes feel sorry for the thing I don't use as much, like I'm neglecting it. I'm not sure if that would fall into that category.
 
#26 ·
Yeah...I do this...but it always ends up like my real relationships...ok ok ok...an example:
My car...AKA..."Birdie" is 120 years old and costs me 1000 dollars every two months in repairs (well for the last 4 months anyways). Her air conditioning thingie quit working every summer so I finally quit fixing it (we live in Arizona...115 degrees in summer time and she is navy blue) her windows don't work, radio cuts in and out, and there is a wiggle in the rear that is a bit scary...like a roller coaster....
BUT...
when I drive another car I feel like I am committing adultery....I'm trapped...sigh....:frustrating:
Keys
 
#27 ·
OMG This is all so true! ENFJ's are probably the strongest at personification with everthing in poetry and in life. I find even nature alive, but I talk to all inanimate objects, and I always used to think my stuffed animals were alive. Also I find we're not very sentimental actually. And I researched the difference between introverted feeling and extraverted feeling and apparently introverted feeling is sentimental and less expressive, holding onto deeper things. Extraverted feeling is fleeting and go with the flow, once an emotion has been used, it's on to the next one, so by holding on to useless junk I feel like I'm depriving myself of the space for future useless junk. As a result I threw out most of my childhood memories minus the most important ones. Plus I purposely fool myself by saying "Ok if it's that sentimental I'll take a picture" even know I'll probably lose the photo, but that way I move on and incredibly future oriented, probably more than an other personality. Extraverted Feeling is about moving on to each new feeling, introverted intuition is about planning and going toward future goals, extraverted sensing is about pulling things from the present and enjoying the excitement and going on to future details that fit into the intuitions plans, then judging is the part that says "I love ppl to death but so help me if anyone tries to come between me and my goal they die." lol I can be quite cut throat and decisive with ppl. Also I've noticed NF's unlike SF's aren't showy, we dont' sugar coat things. If ppl like us for who we are it's because we're honest but we're not going to be fake and lie about stuff. We may not express everything, but everything that we do express is all honest. No twisting necessary. Hense why if a person doesn't like me I just piss them off for fun because I know exactly what to say to piss them off XD
 
#28 ·
I felt this was relevant:

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But yeah as I get older I find myself doing this less and less, I think. I think, anyway, I never really noticed. When I was growing up I couldn't ever get rid of stuffed animals in fear of hurting their feelings as well... they were my friends, and to make them think any different was heartbreaking. :(
 
#29 ·
Hmmm, when you think about it, everything that is, is made up of tiny particles that used to be something or someone else.....bits of Aunt Gerdy in the cumulus clouds, Old Yeller in the bark of the tree (Ha!) and Millard Fillmore in the veneer on the dining room table. I am sure their bits and pieces appreciate the courtesy of being recognized in this fashion. I say, carry on!
 
#32 ·
Hahaha yeah this is how I was with Tomagatchi's and similar products when I was a little kid.... I had a Bugs Bunny one, and I felt HORRIBLE if I let him get sick or didn't pick up his poop or didn't feed him. I was always like "Nooooo Bugs! I'm a horrible owner! I'm so sorry! Why are you with me! :crying:"
 
#33 ·
Interesting thread. :happy:

I always figured INFPs or INFJs to have the most empathy for inanimate objects. Reading through everyone's posts, I can see that I'd have the capacity to do something like this but I just never would.
I tend to be more sentimental about things, holding on to things because of the fond memories that they represent, not because I actually feel anything for that object.
A chair is just a chair, a book just a book and a pillow just a pillow for me (although come to think of it I have become rather attached to my pillows, but not nearly as much as I would a pet or a person.)

I think it's largely got to do with the fact that I'm the only F in my family. My parents are INTJ and ENTJ and my brother is an ISTP. So I didn't have anyone who would understand that sort of thing and I never developed that side of me.
 
#35 ·
I personify absolutely everything... My nail polish bottles have certain friend groups amongst them....and all the utensils hate the unnecessarily large spoons because they're pompous idiot jerks...and I feel like some of the apps on my phone get lonely, so I group them with other apps to make them feel better.... Because a home screen is a cold place for a lone app, Pinterest needs other websites to snuggle with cause she has abandonment issues.... Also I think my calculator has a German accent....

It's late... I need to sleep... Excuse my ramblings....


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hold on, I'm an ENFP, what am I doing here....?