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?
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.