I never had ANY stuffed animals growing up, funnily enough. They are only something I started collecting when I was 17. When I moved to Ireland I got horribly depressed and home sick, so Hugh bought me a penguin home one day, we called him Waddles. Hugh would make up personalities for them and would be like a puppeteer and make them caper to cheer me up, and it did. He bought more and soon we had about a dozen or so in our bed with us, with different personalties and quirks, hence the little stories I put below the picture.
I guess it sounds pretty sad, but they really did make me feel less lonely when I lived away from my family.
That's real sweet. Haha, nice he was worried about you. Odd how comfortable things sort of relay that "comforting" feeling. Homesickness is pretty hard to tough out, so it's nice Hugh helped ya out however he could (was the 2nd plush a snail?! haha). There's something just grand about a toy whose main objective is to "be comfy", and like the way it seems with you, it's funny how simple and effective they are at making us happy.
I need an owl plush and my stuffed-toy collecting days are over. :P
My thing was a baby blanket, I called it "corner" (due to a specific corner of the blanket I ran between my fingers). My brother gave his to me when I was a kid, and I carried it everywhere till some point mid-grade school. If I had a cut, put blanky on it and it felt better; if I cried, blanky soaked up the tears; if I was cold, blanky warmed me up; if I was happy, I hugged the blanket. I think I've said it here before, but I pull it from the closet when I'm feverish and delirious -- still works. But by this point, it's probably psychological and the nostalgia is messing with my head. :O
Maybe it's also why losing "Wilson" in Cast Away tugs at some heart strings... even if it seems ridiculous in retrospect.
What the hell is going on around here? Stuffed animal talk?
How dare you mess with comfy!! >:(
Haha, I dunno, we cover all sorts of weird-ass topics. Here's to another one! *clink*
I currently reside in an office with no window. One of the salesman was "let go" last summer, and I am now being moved into his old office, which has a window. I will finally get to have a plant in my office. I will be able to stare out the window instead of working. I'll finally be able to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin as I bid like a mutha. This will improve my life in so many ways! All hail windows!
Either that or things will be exactly the same except I'll have a little viola to water. Good times.
Eugh, I can't imagine having no windows, or at the very least some sort of low light or mood-lighting. I hate the standard fluorescent lights that are in every fucking big building (brutal on the eyes). I'm glad you're getting a view, I'd be surprised if you don't feel just a smidge happier behind the desk.
...black widow spider and keep an eye on it. In the dream I think it was to add excitment to the party or something. The spider bit my hand and I dropped it
Clearly you're going to turn into Spiderma--..... Black Widow Man...?
Hate the dreams that have you come out as a party pooper. I want all my dreams to have me either (a) fly, or (b) mack on a hunk or celebrity or something.