One of those motion sensitive doors didn’t open for me, so I hissed at it, similar to the way I always hiss/pssst at the cats when they are underfoot.
A couple of the other shoppers looked at me strangly. I don’t think I helped the situation when I said “It’s what I do to make the cats move”.
I don’t think anyone did anything stupider/more stupid than that today.
Gah, I’m so embarrassed about that, I cannot believe I did that.
I once said “thank you” to a toothpick dispenser.
[Insert embarassing story here]
Ever since I was a tiny tyke, I’ve talked to inanimate objects at times. When I was little, I thought that everything was ‘alive’ in some way. I’d talk to rocks, twigs…etc. Now though, I’ve found that when I’m in that kind of mood…I’ll talk to trees.
Hey! At least they’re alive!
[/end of really embarassing story]
-K
I’ve talked to inanimate objects in public, too before realizing it…I don’t think I’ve been caught that I know of.
Argh! Don’t ya hate doube-Déjà vu?
I could swear I read that OP before. And got déjà vu. So I posted about said déjà vu, and got scolded at for the hijack.
Geez, could I be setting myself up any more? :dubious:
Once I bumped into ‘something’ really hard and I started to apologize by saying “Excuse me! I’m really sorry!” etc. Until I found out…it was a wall. Yup. My friends still make fun of me for that one. As for the hissing thing, I do that as well. Only to people. I also talk to people in video games. I’ll be like “NO NO! I DON’T WANT THAT! BUY THE FRIGGIN THING FROM ME OR I WILL RUN YOU OVER WITH MY HORSE!” - Zelda. I don’t think that small thing is really an issue. Those motion detectors deserve it anyway…
You should’ve just told them you were making the Star Trek noise.
For some reason I find this incredibly hilarious.
I don’t talk to inanimate objects, but I do hiss back at my cats if they hiss at me. Suddenly it dawns on them that I’m 6 times taller and heavier than they are, and they knock it off real quick.
Oh man, I thought I was the only one who hissed at things like asshat drivers and toasters that won’t brown bread! Of course, I’m not embarrassed by it. Quite the contrary, I find myself immensely amusing. And I’ve perfected the sound to the point where cats are startled by it. I’m not insane (or even “insaine”, for that matter), just reverting to 12 years old in my dotage.
Logitech, Lady Kate and Kaotic Newtral are just quirky. Hal is just certifiable…ly Hal
But I’m 100% sure I’m insane. What Kaotic did as a child is what I do now. I have this underlying and lingering belief that, like we believe animals are just less complex lifeforms, all forms of matter are just even lesser complex non-lifeforms.
But that’s not all folks…
I have had imaginary conversations, in my head, with people I know. It started out as my ways of planning what I might say to my friends in the near future (I used to be a notorious social introvert) but now it has become that I’ll be lying awake at night talking to my “friends” until I realise that is not actually real. Then I’ll start having a conversation about how I was having a conversation in my head. It gets confusing after that.
I used to playing the “counting game” (my own inventions) whereby I would pick a words, assign each letter it’s corresponding number (a=1, b=2) and then find the sum of the word. The problem was I would start this at entirely random times during the day.
I have had a conversation, out loud this time, with three distinct personalities when driving on my own in my car (although one was on the roof). I decided to do it just to prove I could but I soon found out that it was disturbingly easy and comfortable to do.
I think it is now safe to say that everyone here is sane but me. Now where did I put my straight-jacket?
I flip things off* when I’m mad at them. Like the radio. Or the microwave.
Ardred once clicked his tongue at me to get my attention. That works on the dog, hon, not your girlfriend. 
*flipping off like giving them the finger, not just turning them off
I talk to people who are not there. I mean, I realize that they’re not actually with me, but for some reason I’ll be thinking a conversation with them and all of the sudden a small part or sentence of it will be outloud.
I once said, out loud, “Oh Lucca. I want you bad…” while playing Chrono Trigger. I’ve said similar things about Samus, Zelda, the White Mage from Final Fantasy 1, and Sheena from the sprite comic Kid Radd.
I don’t know what’s worse- that I say out loud that I want video game characters, or that I actually do want those video game characters.
:: Backing slowly out of the thread ::
Uh… what exactly were the four of you talking about?
:: Scuttling for the door to the one-way-mirror room ::
Are you sure you want to know, ETF?
I wasn’t actually talking about a specific thing. It did start out about my driving at first then boiled down to an argument. The “person” in the front passenger seat was always contradicting me, a real brash kinda guy. In the back was a guy who was shyer and he was trying not to get involved in the argument up front while trying to talk us into letting the guy on the roof in the car. The guy on the roof was a bit “simpler” he just mumbled asking to come in a lot…
We didn’t let him if you want to know.
Oooooooooooookaaaaaaaay…
:: Hoping the guys in white coats get here soon ::
I talk to the trees
But they don’t listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me
The breeze hasn’t time
To stop, and hear what I say
I talk to them all
In vain
People think I’m odd because I talk to animals. Also, I curse at my P.C. a lot.
Oh, sure, like I wasn’t gonna catch that “certifiable” crack…and just what is that supposed to mean?? Hmmm??
Did I say that you Hal “certifiable” Briston was certifiable? I’m sure that I didn’t say precisely that you, Hal “certifiable” Briston were certifiable. But in case I did in fact say that you, Hal “certifiable” Briston was certifiable then I apologise for calling you certifiable…
Now kitten call the hospital, he’s certifiable!!
For 20+ years, my father took the same route to work (about 20 or so miles) and waved at a certain tree every day. Even when he was driving on that road and not going to work, he’d wave. He was upset when it died.