I called up the elevator, then changed my mind and took the stairs instead. I felt a tinge of guilt for calling the elevator unnecessarily, imagining that it might feel disappointed or rejected when it was expecting someone to ride it but then there was nobody there.

But then I realized that I was projecting things on the elevator and quite likely it's used to people sometimes changing their minds, and it might have a healthy self-esteem where it doesn't take that personally. Yay for not feeling so responsible for the emotions of others!

(The above is of course said jokingly but it did feel like there was genuinely an old overly-concerned-with-the-feelings-of-others mindset raising its head. One so automatic and overly concerned that it'd even trigger when thinking about an elevator. Only for that feeling to then shift into something that felt more secure and grounded.)