Do you have any odd rituals you perform with inanimate objects?

I have a Dwight Shrute bobble head whose head I bobble on occasion…just to make him feel like he has purpose in this world…..

@asm Yeah Dwight’s the bomb!

I have never answered a response from above, it just doesn’t feel right. It’s as if I know what you’re going to say and I respond to that…

@queenz: I have that bobble head!!

I know what you mean. It’s always weird. And I feel like I’m slapping the natural order of Fluther in the face.

I just talk to myself. The same phrase, too. “So, what have we here is..”

Is there missing ‘have’ in that sentence, Andrew?

Not anymore. Bedtime!

Sneaky!

Me too, Goodnight Fluther!

I have a lovely ritual. I still own the car I learned to drive on, passed down from my grandfather to my father to me. It is a ‘90 Camry, with 222,000 miles on it. For many years, each time my car passes another 100 miles, I stroke the dashboard, as if I’m patting the neck of a horse.

Every time I do it, no matter what mood I was in, I am instantly transported into full-body gratitude. I really am so grateful to have such a reliable vehicle that takes me wherever I want to go. Every 100 miles, I remind myself of how lucky I am.

Oh sure; I kiss the sheets when they come out of the dryer and stuff like that. I say
“Good morning!” to the espresso machine (Krups, 1981) and I greet the landscape with
deep gratitude when I can step out of the infernal car onto the sweet earth.
Like that kind of thing?
Oh yes, and I say “Where the hell ARE you?” to the car keys.
And, you know, I make art, so when I haul an older piece out of the archive, I talk to it
a good amount. And I stroke its little face.

I have a ritual that I do with some old chicken bones a sock monkey and a jar of vasoline. It’s a liittle tricky to get into here but I love that sock monkey.

Oh, and I make the bed – in the same way – every single day. That’s a ritual with an inanimate object. You think the bed cares whether it’s made?

I flip the phone off when I am at work

@andrew ”...is failure to communicate.” I couldn’t resist.”

My laptop has a name (Happy), and I do talk to it, mostly when it is booting up, you know giving it encouragement. I do the same with my car when I am starting it in the freezing cold.

Good Lord judochop, no wonder you ended up in the hospital! Glad everything went well.

One more thing: I love my ritual with my car so much (see above), I want to invite you to try it. When you see your car has passed another 100 miles, do something physical that reminds you to be grateful.

@trusting: I do that whenever it rolls over to a significant number like, 22,222, of 100,001. :D

I tune every guitar I pick up, whether I play it or not. When guitars are tuned, things are right with the world.

@knot: Please come over to my house. Please.

Why am I imagining a house-full of untuned waif-like stringed instruments? The horror…