How I Got away with Naming Things (Sort of)

I name things, as in... my computer has a name, my printer has a name, my MP3 player has a name.

This is a thing I do.

I once had a friend who knew that I do this, and he joked that I couldn't possibly give names to the veggie tins in my kitchen. I said, deadpan, that they didn't stay long enough for me to give them names.

If it bothers people that I name things... I don't give a fig.

Some of my relatives find me odd (what's new?), and one tried to make fun of me, because of this, recently.

And then... the "universe" (it's just a lovely coincidence, actually) decided to help me as my new phone has a name. I don't mean something like XYU-tw2159. Her name's Lola, and I can call her that, coz that's her name; it's on the box and everything. And when that relative snorted that I'd given a name to my phone, I could say that she came that way, which is 100% true - and I like her name.

Now... did I buy that one because she had a name? Another post may answer to this question one day......