blankie
I am not sure what possessed me to write about this... but here it goes anyway.
I have a blankie. I sleep with it every night. It is as old as I am, full of holes, and the satin is all but worn off from the edges. And when I say full of holes, I mean that I could not wrap it around me without exposing something indecent. Believe me, I have tried.
Out of boredom, I swear!
Anyway, I sleep with my blankie. I snuggle up to it and burrow my face in it. I make it long and thin and I put it over my eyes in the morning when I wake up but do not want to be awake just yet. I inhale deeply when I take it out of the dryer and rub it against my skin.
And you know what, I do not care that I am 25 years old and sleep with it.
There was a time, however, when I felt a bit ashamed of the blankie. I am not sure when it was... My first instinct is to say 4th grade... but I think perhaps it was some time in junior high. It is not that anyone was picking on me or anything, I just felt for some reason that I should prove that I did not need it.
So I pinned it to the wall.
Yeah, that is right, I pinned it up on the wall of my bedroom, sad holes, strings, decrepit satin and all. It stayed there for about 2 years.
And I was right, I did not need the blanket. I slept just fine without it, nothing really changed as far as that goes... but after awhile, I realized something...
I might not have needed the blanket, but I wanted the blanket.
I took it down off the wall and have been sleeping with it ever since.
You do not need everything you have in life, but sometimes you want it because you love it. It is a pleasure to want something and be able to have it... to want to snuggle with your blankie and to be able to. If you did not have it, you would not be worse off... but because you DO have it, you can enjoy those moments of happiness when the worn fabric presses against your cheek. I think it is one of the simple pleasures in life... to have a blankie, and to snuggle with it. Kids totally have the right idea about things sometimes.
I have a blankie. I sleep with it every night. It is as old as I am, full of holes, and the satin is all but worn off from the edges. And when I say full of holes, I mean that I could not wrap it around me without exposing something indecent. Believe me, I have tried.
Out of boredom, I swear!
Anyway, I sleep with my blankie. I snuggle up to it and burrow my face in it. I make it long and thin and I put it over my eyes in the morning when I wake up but do not want to be awake just yet. I inhale deeply when I take it out of the dryer and rub it against my skin.
And you know what, I do not care that I am 25 years old and sleep with it.
There was a time, however, when I felt a bit ashamed of the blankie. I am not sure when it was... My first instinct is to say 4th grade... but I think perhaps it was some time in junior high. It is not that anyone was picking on me or anything, I just felt for some reason that I should prove that I did not need it.
So I pinned it to the wall.
Yeah, that is right, I pinned it up on the wall of my bedroom, sad holes, strings, decrepit satin and all. It stayed there for about 2 years.
And I was right, I did not need the blanket. I slept just fine without it, nothing really changed as far as that goes... but after awhile, I realized something...
I might not have needed the blanket, but I wanted the blanket.
I took it down off the wall and have been sleeping with it ever since.
You do not need everything you have in life, but sometimes you want it because you love it. It is a pleasure to want something and be able to have it... to want to snuggle with your blankie and to be able to. If you did not have it, you would not be worse off... but because you DO have it, you can enjoy those moments of happiness when the worn fabric presses against your cheek. I think it is one of the simple pleasures in life... to have a blankie, and to snuggle with it. Kids totally have the right idea about things sometimes.
posted by FireWithin at 4:32 PM
1 Comments:
I don't have a blankie .. but I have often wished that I did. And I am much older than 25. :)
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