Inanimate hate

mig

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Do inanimate objects hate you?.

Example.
I have a garage with an up and over door.
When open it is retained in place by a clip.
Usually when the clip is removed, the door,without any hesitation
for inertia,falls on my head.

Sometimes it doesn't move at all and when I give it a tug it falls on my head.

Now and then it starts to move then stops.I step forward to give it a tug and it falls on my head,without me touching it.
 
It definitely hates you.

What did you do to bring such unharmonious Feng Shui into your world? You must have been very, very bad.

I have the same problem with counter corners and doorframes. I have hip bruises because they hate me so.

Maybe we should burn an offering or something to calm the spirits.
 
My coffee table is out to get me. No matter what I do, it is there trying to bust my kneecaps. I hate it.
 
*reevaluated the possability of kharma's existance*
 
Re: It definitely hates you.

superlittlegirl said:
What did you do to bring such unharmonious Feng Shui into your world? You must have been very, very bad.

Maybe we should burn an offering or something to calm the spirits.

I am very bad,and I'd sooner burn the garage.:)
 
Doors. All kinds. Trying to kill me.

When I'm getting a load groceries out of the car, the door slams on my leg.

When the shower temperature suddenly reaches hot enough to melt skin, the shower door won't budge.

When I'm trying to have a private moment for whatever reason, the door won't stay shut.

When I have a horrible destructive animal roaming through my house, the door will not stay shut.

When I don't want to get up and open it, the door sticks from the outside.

Doors hit me.

Doors shut on me.

I spend twenty fucking minutes in a revolving door trying to not to die.

Doors suck.

This also applies to bead curtains.
 
mig said:

I have a garage with an up and over door.
I had a roller door like that years ago in a shop I worked in. 60% of the time you had to tug at it to get the damn thing down and then the other 40% it would close faster than Arkrights till. Used to scare the hebbies out of me.
 
I have a friend whose house despises me. I visited her for a few weeks once, and in that time, books leapt off of shelves to bludgeon my head. Furniture would suddenly be in my way in a most shin-splintering manner. The plumbing kept breaking in my presence to the extent that simply walking by her bathroom sink caused it to come unhinged from the wall to fall on my foot. I lived off of whatever could be microwaved because, while she said I had free run of the kitchen, she had a gas-burning stove and after all I'd been through I wasn't going anywhere near that thing with matches.

I fear that house. It hated me. To be fair, it didn't seem to want me dead, just seriously maimed.
 
I am not sure if I was supposed to, but I am laughing out loud here.





Now I will have to watch my back, who knows what will try to get me!
 
Overhead light

In the trauma rooms. I swear I hit my head on them ever shift
 
I was afraid of this.

I think the door has been talking to my garage store cabinet.

It fell off the wall while I was working in the garage.At least it missed my head.

It landed on my foot.
 
2 litre bottles of soda.

I don't know what it is but everytime I have one of those big things in my hands they just explode and go all over the place.

messy,messy.
 
babygate and highchair.

I've broken my toes no less than three times on them.
 
glamorilla said:
2 litre bottles of soda.

I don't know what it is but everytime I have one of those big things in my hands they just explode and go all over the place.

messy,messy.

are you sure that was a bottle of soda? '-)
 
naudiz said:
I have a friend whose house despises me. I visited her for a few weeks once, and in that time, books leapt off of shelves to bludgeon my head. Furniture would suddenly be in my way in a most shin-splintering manner. The plumbing kept breaking in my presence to the extent that simply walking by her bathroom sink caused it to come unhinged from the wall to fall on my foot. I lived off of whatever could be microwaved because, while she said I had free run of the kitchen, she had a gas-burning stove and after all I'd been through I wasn't going anywhere near that thing with matches.

I fear that house. It hated me. To be fair, it didn't seem to want me dead, just seriously maimed.

Naudiz, it sounds as if that house is haunted. No joke!

There are many older houses in a small town close to me that are haunted...my friend cleans one of them. The owner has documented two ghosts, one a 3 year old girl and the other is an older man. She has sold the house and is moving now and the ghosts are upset about it and have tried to put up roadblocks...like making cabinets stick so the contents could not be packed up.

Allison :kiss:
 
That house is a menace. I kept trying to convince my friend that I wasn't trashing her place, but rather it was the other way around. When the sink leapt out at me, she finally believed me.

Here's an odd little tidbit. My friend's son, who was also a friend of mine, passed away a few years ago. He had been dead about a year when I went to visit her. One day we were at a store picking up some groceries, and I grabbed a Pepsi One from the drink case. I know that's what I grabbed, because another friend of mine saw me with it and commented on how she had never seen Pepsi One before, and she wondered how it tasted.

Anyway, we paid for the drinks and met our hostess out at her car. I swear, I only set this drink down for a second, at the counter when we paid for them. So I got to her car and unscrewed the cap, and discovered I was holding a Lipton Ice Tea, lemon-flavored. My friend commented to me about how that was her son's absolute favorite, and he would drink them by the case.

<cue Twilight Zone music>
 
Fords. Fords hate me with a passion. I have been burned more times by fords then any other vehicle. This may however have something to do with the fact that Fords are the most horrible designed machines on earth.
 
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