Dear diary
Dear diary,
Did I tell you about the cute guy from the Jumbo? I saw him again today! He noticed me too, I think. I did not dare to say anything to him yet. Do you think I should do that next time? Or is that weird? He did smile at me, though..
I will let you know!
Love,
Natalia
Dear diary,
Today was rough. I did not sleep well, and when I was making breakfast, I realized that my yoghurt was already expired! I just bought it this week, what a waste!! So I had to eat something else. I was awaiting my package from PostNL, but it did not arrive although they said it would be here today. And, as if everything is against me, I lost my face mask on the way to the supermarket, and only realized it when I stood in front of the Jumbo, so I had to go back while it was raining!!
Talk to you later,
Natalia
Dear diary..
Sorry that I did not write yesterday. Today I was asked to write a blog post about subjectification of non-robotic objects. I immediately thought of you. It weird, isn't it? I am the one writing in you, but it feels like I am talking to a friend. And sometimes it feels like you answer my questions. However, I just wanted to say that I appreciate having you.
x Natalia
People tend to humanize a lot of things. Feeling attached to souvenirs and memorabilia, talking to plants, getting the feeling that your printer hates you.. For some objects, it feels almost natural to do so. Especially if it is a robotic object, which does things automatically and therefore you could say that it has its own intentions. However, we do not project feelings onto all robotic objects we possess. Where saying hello to your car might feel natural, saying hello to a lamp might be not.
On the other hand, there are non-robotic objects, which we still subjectify. When I was younger, my diary felt like a friend. I told it all my secrets, wrote about daily life and things I struggled with. Of course I realized that I was the one who wrote in it, and that it was acting based on my own thoughts. It still was different from just thinking. Once I wrote something down, it felt like the diary had absorbed it. I gave it a name and greeted her every time I wrote. Whenever I forgot to write, I had a weird guilty feeling. This projection of feelings, to me, makes a diary an artificial creature