I just realized that I do have a tendency to have empathy for objects, and more often so than I would with people. I have this handkerchief that I owned for quite a while. It's soft and really quite nice to handle. In fact, I handle it so much that it's gone somewhat ragged.
That's normal enough wear and tear, of course. I can no longer bear to use it now, however, since every new tear in it makes me feel as if an old friend's being hurt. And of course, I'd rather that my friends didn't get hurt. So basically, it's in retirement now.
The thing is, on further analysis, I find that that's also why I would not use certain things, because their inherent beauty or some other positive attribute of them would wear out...and I'd feel their loss. It is a strange thing, and I am not sure why that is so, but that's basically how my brain works I guess.
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