Anthropomorphising
Anthropomorphism is the attribution of human characteristics to non-human creatures and beings, phenomena, material states and objects or abstract concepts. Examples include animals and plants and forces of nature such as winds, rain or the sun depicted as creatures with human motivation able to reason and converse. The term derives from the combination of the Greek ἄνθρωπος (ánthrōpos), “human” and μορφή (morphē), “shape” or “form”.
Anthropomorphic animals are often used as mascots for sports teams or sporting events, often represented by humans in costumes. – Wikipedia.
I think I am one of these people who feel for objects even though I know that really they are not alive and don’t have feelings. Not for mascots, though, I know there are people inside the costumes.
I feel sorry for shopping trolleys left on the side of the road – they look lonely to me. When we put the air-cooler away for winter, I feel sorry for it because I think it will feel unwanted. I felt awful when I went to throw my old alarm clock out (the alarm doesn’t work any more) until my husband said to keep it for the spare room. I felt glad for my old alarm clock then.
I don’t have these feelings for clothes or food or shoes. Mostly for electrical objects – because electricity gives them life? – and for carelessly abandoned objects like the shopping trolleys and burnt out cars. People have abandoned these objects and I find it strange that they may think it is fun or that they don’t care at all in the first place.
I feel embarrassed even writing this but I know that other people do this as well, maybe not to the same extent, though.
Comments are very welcome.
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I feel sorry for old trees, those that you know were once a part of a great woods but is now the only one left, without leaves in a lonely winter.
I feel the same about old houses. I get the impression they might be sad because they use to have families in them that lived and loved and cherished there and now the place is abandoned and it is left with memories… 
I have always felt that houses were alive. And thier noises is them talking to you. 
I feel sorry for old cars, like the kind you find in the junk yard, all lonely and rusted, a shadow of it’s former self. My dad use to name them. He had a 42 brown Plymoth he rescued from the junk yard he named Esmerelda. We always would give them names and would talk to them. No one can tell me cars don’t have personalites. Just look at them!
So no, not just you.
I have been told I’m crazy though…
This is my first time posting on your blog. My name is Theo and tis nice to be here, and I was so happy to read this, it is the first post of yours I read and I knew I would like this place immediately!
Hi Theo, thanks for your comment.
I definitely agree with you about the cars, especially when I see them getting mechanically crushed. I feel very sorry for them. And about houses, yes, they should have families in them so they are lived in and do what they are meant for. Abandoned buildings look very sad imo.
Yes, indeed. Poor buildings!
I do believe you are the only person I have told this who hasn’t thought I was crazy.
For that I am quite glad.