My Marxist outlook

Back in elementary school, before it was unconstitutional to read the Bible aloud to public school children, I was taught that everything was put on the planet for a reason, that everything has a job to do. I took this rule to include ALL things, even inanimate objects like flatware and laundry baskets. For some reason, this idea stuck with me and over the years I started to think that all of these things had feelings (stay with me). At nearly thirty, I continue to anthropomorphize my surroundings. If I don't finish my orange juice, the orange juice will feel bad because it's not fulfilling its destiny. Or if I reach for a certain glass in the cupboard and then change my mind and reach for a different glass, I have the urge to go back and pick the first glass because otherwise it will feel shunned. (Which then leads to a vicious cycle because the second glass will feel rejected.) After nearly ten years of watching me do this very glass dance in front of the cupboard, John observed the other day, "you have a very Marxist outlook on life."