This is my car. Her name is Scarlett. She has serious attitude. She doesn't give a darn.
My last car was also red. Her name was Ruby. My first car was red too (what is this saying about me) but his name was Hobbes because he looked just like the car in the comic strip Calvin & Hobbes.
I name things. My computer is named Shakespeare. My backyard (see previous post) is named Ivy Hollow. My plants are named Joe and Patricia.
I know we all start off naming our stuffed animals as children. I still have a big white polar bear that sits on my bed... named Siberia. But I think I just kept going. I named the first plant I got in college (Chadwick) and then my cars and so on.
It's sort of rubbed off on my family. They've named their cars too. In fact, we're all busy coming up with a name for the new car my mom just bought. My vote is for Roxy or Kate.
Why do I name things? Good question. I've never asked myself that before. I guess I just like personalizing inanimate objects. When you name something it's not just any old plant or car. It's a unique object like no other. It gives it personality.
And besides, it gives me something to call it when I talk to it. Which I do.
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As long as they don't answer back I think you are ok!
Well, I don't know if you started the trend or if naming things is just genetic. I completely understand your fascination with personalizing inanimate objects. My first apartment plant was Roderigo, my car is Zoe, my computer is D'Artagnan. And that's just the beginning.
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