. . . I like to name inanimate objects. Is that weird???
Once upon a time, my slippers had names. I always got the two of them confused though. I don't think they were very happy about that. They never said anything but I just got that vibe from them. Also, I tripped up a lot while wearing them. Coincidence??? I think not.
I have a fluffy cushion on my bed named "Thumper". It's the only cushion I've ever named. Do you think the other cushions feel left out???
I can't drive. Never even had a lesson. But I would love to own a car purely so I could christen it. (And by this I don't mean have sex in it and/or pee on it). I love the idea of naming the car. Since I don't have one, I like to get my kicks by helping to name other people's cars. Whether they want their car to have a name or not . . .
To assess its colour and personality and decide on a name would be soooo much fun. Should it be male or female? A plain name or a . . . COLOURFUL one? I don't have the first idea what I would call it. Much the same as I probably would be about naming a kid, should one ever be unlucky enough to come out of me.
Perhaps this is why I like to name things that probably SHOULDN'T have names? Because I really can't envision ever having kids myself to name?
Because, much like owning the car, the only thing I really WOULD want a kid for is to decide on its name . . .
Perhaps I could start a baby-naming service??? Yes!!! THAT can be my dream job . . .
Also, thanks to Meghan at Blog Voyeur Turned Blogwhore for my lovely virtual Christmas present . . . if only it were real!