I’ve had this old blanket since I was 11. I don’t wanna say my exact age but let’s say it’s been over a decade. When I moved homes, I just had to have my blanket and old pillowcase. When I moved homes my mom threw away my old blanket and I was really upset and my mom just about got it back before it got disposed of for good and I was so happy that my blanket was “saved”.
The blanket’s so old it has holes in it and a few years ago I found out the exact same blanket is still being sold and I bought a new one which looks nothing like my old one because it’s…well, new, but I’m still using the old one and the new one is still in its packaging. I almost feel like it’s a friend? Almost? And by sleeping with another blanket I’m betraying it or something. I just feel immediately comforted by the blanket even though there’s nothing objectively comforting about it (it’s not a weighted blanket and is so worn down it’s not very insulating).
I don’t know. I feel some weird emotional connection to that blanket? Does anyone else feel something similar or can relate?
Nah, totally normal, my dog came with one too when he was a puppy. Was supposed to smell like his Mom to help him settle in a new home.
If it helps you not pee in your crate I say you keep it.
I can’t tell if this was supposed to be mean or comforting… all I know is it’s fucking hilarious
That’s not weird in the sense that it’s unusual, because that’s so usual we have a term for it. And it’s really only weird if you consider it weird. There’s nothing wrong with finding comfort in a familiar object.
I personally have a Game Boy Color my dad gave to me when I was recovering from surgery when I was 11. I keep it on my TV stand. I was incredibly distraught when I pulled it out of storage and the batteries in it had leaked all over the circuit board, damaging the board beyond repair. My dad actually got me another one on eBay that I harvested the circuit board from to replace mine. I don’t play it, but knowing that it now works and I could play it if I wanted to gives me comfort. I even put the old board in the other Game Boy just so I know that I still have all of the original parts.
I think it’s probably something most of us do, and I don’t think you should feel any shame in it.
Hi, no, do what you want.
Does it hurt you or anyone? No? Carry on.
I have a 25 year old cereal bowl and spoon. I’ve lived in maybe 15 houses across 4 countries in this time.
They used to have twins, but they were lost to the horrors of flatmates.
I don’t eat cereal any more, and haven’t for maybe 10 years. But I’ve got it. I have no idea why I keep it. But I do.
My mug is turning 20. I got it as a “tip” when I worked my first job. I didn’t drink coffee or tea back then. I love my mug.
You made me almost remember the bowl and spoon I ate out of when I was too young to fully form memories
It’s gone again
I had just a faint taste of how it felt in my hand
I’m a 50-something man, and i still have the Maxine und Moritz cushion from when I was a toddler. Well, technically, it’s a different pillow as the original is extremely tatty now.
Does it matter if it is weird? Everyone is weird in some way.
There’s no weirdness warden who will whack you into gaol for being weird.
“Gowl”
My wife is in her 30’s, and she sleeps with a pillow and stuffed animal that she has had since she was 3 or 4.
I have a stuffed dog that Ive kept since i was a baby. Im middle aged now and that dog is still with me. Its not in bed with me anymore because i want to keep it preserved but it still brings me comfort when I need it.
Not weird.
Perhaps atypical, maybe unusual, but neither of those things are inherently bad.
It’s unusual.
It is absolutely NOT weird. If anything, it makes you more human.
nope. I have plushies from when i was a young lad that I sleep with. I will NEVER give up Ellie and Lionel.
I have a blanket I’ve slept with every day since I was barely a month old (am 23 now), wouldn’t trade it for anything. I can definitely relate :)
Every person builds up an emotional connection to objects, that’s totally normal. Especially, when a person owns the object.
This is sometimes mindfully and intentionally done in minimalist lifestyles. It is supposed to promote more fulfilling interactions with ones possessions which can lack in maximalist lifestyles. Caring, washing and repairing become important then.
I’m closer to 40 than 35, and my wife recently gave up ever replacing “college blanket”, which was actually bought for me in early high school after I asked if I could take my grandparents comforter home with me. They found one and got it for me that Christmas (I think it was Ross/home goods), it was probably the most generic comforter ever, I always thought I’d be able to find another when needed. After 2 cats, a dog and the better part of 2 decades, my wife decided it was time to let it go and get a replacement, no problem, it’s the most generic comforter ever. She gets me a nice duvet, so we can keep the inside nice and replace the outside as needed, nope definitely not the same. She gets a comforter, it’s stitched way too tightly, and doesn’t breathe the same (okay maybe a 20 year old blanket has gained a bit of aeration, maybe it breathes better than it did when it was new, but you can definitely tell the padding is stitched much more tightly than college blanket’s ever was), she got me a “cooling” comforter, it’s decent, but paired best with college blanket, and when I only have 1 blanket 9 times out of 10 it’s college blanket.
Now college blanket has had 5 cats and 3 dogs and the majority of my life, it’s been the bed of desire for multiple animals, myself included, and my wife sometimes asks for it when she’s sick. Apparently it’s really scratchy, and holey, and it’s closely missing about 20% of it’s original fluff, and I would put it away in a place of honor in a heartbeat if I could find a new one. I swear it was 40 dollars at a home goods store, in a pile with a hundred others just like it, but we’ve looked for the better part of a decade now, and it’s been deemed irreplaceable. It would probably be the first material thing I went for if we had to evacuate. I’m not highly sentimental, but you don’t let a good blanket go.
