Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I have officially gone insane.


I have a tendency to talk to inanimate objects. That's not that unusual, right? Everyone, including me, curses their work computer (you'll notice I specify "work" computer. My home computer and I have a very good relationship, and I only speak lovingly to him…..it.), or coaxes the senile toaster into doing its job…right?? 

But I think in my case, it's maybe gotten a bit out of hand.

For example, today I had a conversation with Vladimir.

Vladimir is my car. We haven't known each other that long, but we are becoming quite close. I named him Vladimir after the jolly mustached man in the movie Anastasia.

(guy on the left)


I have always liked that movie, and I likewise named my Macbook after another character in said movie, Bartok the bat. 


I also have been reading way too much Tolstoy and have grown to like Russian names. Hence, Vladimir seemed to fit. 

Anyways, today as I was searching for Vladimir in the very large parking lot of my place of employment so that I could warm him up before my mom and I left for the day, I began monologuing, and it went something like this…

Vladimir, where the cuss are you?!?! Oh! There you are Vladimir. Did you miss me? See, you needn't have worried, I was just at work, and I am back now. Now, I know you want to go home, but we have to wait for momma, ok? She'll be here in just a minute…….

We (I) said some more stuff after that, but I don't really remember it all and I'd rather not disclose it. I think I was pondering aloud how Vladimir would look with a beard, but decided he should stick with the clean cut look.

And then I realized that maybe I need to find some friends.

-Rachel





3 comments:

  1. If it makes you feel any better, I talk to my latte all the time. Like "Oh Pumpkin latte I love you so". So you're not the only one.. lol

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  2. I talk to my car, Edwin all the time. I work a couple different jobs so I commute a lot and it gets lonely. Sometimes music doesn't do its justice, so sometimes I talk to my passenger seat... and by sometimes I mean just about every car ride that exceeds 20 minutes.

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