When I was a kid and something didn't work I would sometimes direct my anger at an object. If a pencil broke at the wrong time, a battery would die at a bad moment, or a toy just didn't want to do what it was supposed to do, I'd get mad at it. I'd even been known to tell objects off. As I got older I learned to control my anger, and direct it in other directions. When my pencil breaks I blame myself for pushing too hard, when a battery dies I blame the company for not putting enough juice in their batteries, when a toy doesn't do what I want it to do I look for another toy. It makes me sad to think about this, it tells me that I've lost my imagination.
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