Cursing at inanimate objects

I spend a lot of time walking into things or dropping them. I'm not particularly accident-prone, but all my life I've done a very fine job of walking into the corners of desks and tables, or open drawers--anything that can and does cause bruising. I sport some sort of bruise every day. Because I'm always getting them, I don't remember where they came from. "How'd ja get that?" "I can't remember."

I don't know if I drop things more often than anyone else, but I've noticed that I'm pretty good at dropping things that are a real pain in the ass to put back the way they were/should be after I'm done. I've got these two makeup trays that are always getting dropped on the bathroom floor as I'm trying to put them back into the cabinet.

When I do walk into something, or when something gets dropped, it gives me great satisfaction to curse at it, like it's that thing's fault that I just bruised myself on it, or just dropped it. I dropped a bottle of aromatherapy oil (the cap was tightly sealed, thankfully) on the floor the other day. It was a glass bottle, and fell right onto the tile of my bathroom floor. "Oh, you fucking piece of shit," I said. The bottle didn't say anything back--perhaps out of shock that I'd spoken to it so rudely.