It it normal to mourn the loss of an inanimate object?

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I'm mourning the loss of my laptop. I was approved for one to use through the school board (The only thing they did right...), and since I just graduated, they had to take it away to be used as a... SPARE. *Sobs* I was the only one who actually used mine the entire day... I'm going to miss it terribly... *starts crying*

I'd be lost without my Laptop.

I had the same problem with Puff when I was a kid! :S It still makes me tear up but I can stand to listen to it now. I end up crying over all sorts of things that are discarded and not wanted anymore, or broken. When I was a kid my sister would put me into floods of tears talking about this one toy person I had who had been lost "and I would never play with him, ever ever again" she said. It was actually worse when things would break and I would have the image of their broken parts stuck in my mind causing me to break down long afterwards. I feel sick when I think about this painting that used to hang in my room that my father got rid of one day, and threw in the dump (destroyed, so it couldn't be recovered... since I was always recovering things from the dump). He hung this map up in its place and I was in hysterics when I found it, and threw it across the room. But no matter how I carried on the original was ruined and I was not allowed to salvage it (I tried). It's such as sore spot...like so many others...

Most recently when I sold my old car (my first car that was all mine, not "borrowed" from my parents) I could not stop crying. My friend had helped me find a new one, which I drive now, but I didn't like it, and it wasn't the same. It runs better, is more comfortable, and doesn't have numerous mechanical problems, but when it finally came time to sell my other car, I could not stop crying...when I was signing the paper, all the way to the licensing office, and afterwards. The worst part was the only buyer he could find was a junk yard due to the extremely high mileage. I could not bear the thought of it getting junked, and clung to the hope that it might be sold to somebody else. He couldn't figure out why I couldn't stop crying now that I had this newer, nicer car he'd found for me. It still makes me sad when I think of my old car

As a fellow gamer, I offer you my condolences.

I guess this post goes to show you how callous and uncaring most parents are. They go on and one about how they make sacrifices for you, yet they throw away your favorite objects right in front of you. I think there should be a prison term for this.

I've been turning to chores over the past Eight months to wear myself out, so that I won't have the energy to feel any bad emotions, at the end of the day. Than I either go to bed with Endorphins pumping through my body, or with a very clear Mind. I find that a lot of people do that, after they lose someone or something that's very dear to them.

CockneyRebel, if you're a freak, then I must be too. I think this is probably among my most 'aspie-ish' tendencies, getting emotionally attached to objects. This is made worse by the fact that I live with parents who are about as opposite to this as you can imagine, so I'm constantly being upset by finding that things are being thrown away/replaced. I try to 'rescue' as many as I can. I've been known to fish them out of the dustbin sometimes.

Sometimes I feel sad seeing old things in charity shops or jumble sales, even when they weren't mine.