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?
I still use a 20+ year old blanket that I’ve had since I was however many years old. Don’t know if it’s weird or not, I just wanted to say that to someone.
No.
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.
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.
Yes
I’ve kept a blanket for 20 years. I remember when I bought it at a department store with my mom before I went off to college. It’s the perfect thickness and texture for me to sleep with. The nostalgia is an added bonus for a really comfortable blanket.
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.
Hi, no, do what you want.
nope. I have plushies from when i was a young lad that I sleep with. I will NEVER give up Ellie and Lionel.
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 don’t think it’s weird at all. Being attached to physical objects is a totally normal part of being human. The comfort of familiarity is natural and nothing to be worried about. The personal example I can think of right away is that when a wallet wears out and I transfer my driver’s license etc to a new one, I’m aware of the same feeling of attachment. Throwing out the old one feels like a small betrayal. I think feelings like that are completely natural. In fact my childhood cuddle toy - a stuffed dog named “Poody” is still up on a bookshelf over my desk. I hardly ever think about him but he’s always up there, kind of watching over me.
Does it hurt you or anyone? No? Carry on.
My stepmother is in her mid 40s and does exactly the same thing. Also a disgusting looking blanket from her childhood that she even takes with her on holidays. I mean we do stir her up for it (sometimes she “wears” it to sleep like bandages covering her entire head which looks hilarious) but I’d say it’s weird in a wholesome way. Most people have some of those little quirks.
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
I sleep with a stuffed animal I’ve had since I was a kid. I don’t think it’s that unusual.
