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?
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.