I have always talked to my tools, but I was once told that people who often work alone do. With the exception of my old railroading days,I always have had jobs where I worked by myself and thus I talk to everything.
Growing up on a dairy farm, for many, many years it was just me "and the girls" since they were dairy cows and thus female cows. To this day everything I talk to is of the female gender. For instance if I take a bit too much of a bite off with a hand plane, I might say, "Easy there young lady." Or if something looks really good, I might say,"You are prettier then a speckled heifer." Other tools get the same kind of treatment.
About the only thing I do wrong is, if things go really awry like tugging wood out with my tractor, I will call the tractor nasty names and yell at it, even though in the real world I was raised to never swear at a lady, nor yell at them. You see I am polite even if I am insane!
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"