"His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence...[and yet] on gadgets he doted with a kind of dazed, superstitious delight. Electric devices enchanted him. Plastics swept him off his feet. He had a deep admiration for the zipper."

~Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin

I think that if I had someone to describe me like this, I'd feel a lot less wretched about my general unawareness of moveable objects.