Anthropomorphize Me! 6
Ah, poor blog. It’s been sorely neglected in favour of the constant barrage of exams, preparations for the GMAT (the business equivalent of the MCAT or LSAT), and grad school applications. In my humble opinion it wouldn’t be amiss if life just slowed down a tiny bit so I can regain my balance and enjoy the last year of my undergraduate degree.
But, my usual complaints about life (too fast), the universe (too confusing), and everything (where do I even begin?) are not to be the focus of this entry. Instead I’ve got another personal quirk to share with everyone, one that some find hilarious and others find to be some sign of insanity. But this is me, we know which group I listen to 
Ever since highschool I’ve had this random habit of naming things. Not pets or something that actually needs a name. No, I have a quirk which involves naming the perfectly inanimate objects that I have to deal with on a daily basis.
Now I realize where the crazy assessment of this whole idea comes in. The big question is – why?!
Well, for one I’m sure everyone has experienced that delightful moment where that sexy little piece of technology that facilitates your life just… dies. One minute you’re praising how shiny and fast it runs – the next you’re staring at the infamous “blue screen of death” and wondering how you could be blasted back into the stone age with just one frozen screen. Despite knowing that it’s just an inanimate object and did not wilfully ruin your life, you can’t help but HATE the darn thing.
So yes, not everything gets a name, but those that I find myself somewhat shamefully co-dependent on do. I have a system in deciding names. You see, you can either name it according to the personality it displays, or you can jump the gun and name it according to the personality you’re ultimately going to demand (blindly believe in?) from it.
Here’s a bit of a rundown on the past few devices that had the pleasure to be anthropomorphized.
