This patient?
It’s me.
I know, I know. I’ll allow you a moment to gather your thoughts and feelings about this particular revelation. I realize most of you out there thought I had it all together, that I was perfect.
Alas, dear bloggity peeps… this is not the case.
In fact, I’m quite the fr-eeee-AK when it comes to my unnatural attachments to inanimate objects.
Did you know that in my world, stuffed animals, cars, apartments, plants, even corn flakes have feelings? Actual FEELINGS. Emotions. Just like you and me. And they can think and feel and hear and understand.
Apparently.
This? This is why I used to obsess about left over corn flakes and Lucky Charms floating by their lonesome in the milky goodness of my cereal bowl. They had to be eaten. To be separated from the rest of the family that now resided in my stomach was horrific. They had to be eaten for no other reason than to join the rest of their kin.
This is why I still project feelings unto my stuffed animals.
AND YES, I AM TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD AND STILL HAVE STUFFED ANIMALS. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!
The other night I discovered a hole in the head of my beloved, ragged “April” bunny rabbit and was unreasonably bothered by it because of her obvious discomfort and pain.
Um…
REALLY?!
This is why I talk to my plant and “pet” it and tell it it’s looking big and strong and growing so well.
This is why my car is no longer referred to as “my car”, but rather “Zoe”… (yes, she has a name) and why I can only talk about “her” and not “it.”
This is why if I find a stray marble, rock, rubber band, what-have-you, lying by its lonesome on the floor, I have to return it to its rightful home so it’s not left lonely and cold.
This is why I get sad and teary-eyed when I move out of a place of residence. This is also why I told my dorm rooms “goodbye” and “thank you” when I left.
I AM NOT EXAGGERRATING, PEOPLE.
I know. It’s seriously laughable, isn’t it?
I’ve outgrown some of it as I’ve grown up, but the majority of it is still there.
When parents talk about their kids having this problem, I inwardly giggle because I know I STILL have it.
Not that I want to do anything about it. I don’t think I need therapy (oh, who am I kidding, I totally do…) but when I catch myself STILL doing these things?
I mean, REALLY?
So, just out of curiosity, I CAN’T be the only one with these feelings…
Right?
Anyone?
ANYONE?
5 Comments
January 14, 2009 at 5:22 am
I definitely used to feel that way about my stuffed animals and Barbies. It must have fizzled away, though…
January 14, 2009 at 6:22 am
Totally felt that way…when I was 2.
Looks like you’re the only one left.
January 14, 2009 at 4:35 pm
No, she’s not the only one. I talk to my sewing machine, for example. Mostly good things now that I have a new one.
I also want things to be in a place they will be ‘happy’. So the yellow towels belong in MY bathroom and the blue ones in the guys’ bathroom.
Everyone has quirks. We just don’t talk about them much… wait, we both just did! Oh my!
January 14, 2009 at 10:31 pm
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January 17, 2009 at 4:22 pm
I have to admit that I still do the same thing when I eat M & M’s. I eat them them in pairs, so they won’t get lonely…
At least that’s how it was in the beginning. Now I think it is just out of habit.