Bad Decision Dinosaur is so much more lovable than the Bad Idea Bears.
When I was a kid, I wanted to have a security SOMETHING, just because I had read about it in books, but I could never decide. I went through several blankets, dolls and toys, but never forged a lasting relationship with any of them. Sad, really.
I am in my early twenties now and I still have to have a security object with me at all times. Thankfully, I’ve graduated to having a “security pen”, which is as inconspicuous as it is functional (and therapists can’t yell at me about it, either)!
This is what I love about Cat and Girl. Several days of philosophic discussion followed by Dorothy taking a brisk walk outside of her mind.
I used to have a bronze coin with FDR on it that I carried on my person at all times. I think my mother eventually took it and threw it away. Not because she was worried about her young son developing an unhealthy attatchment to a totem, but because she’s a republican.
When I was little I wanted an imaginary friend because I saw something on TV about it. Now I know I was that imaginary friend, so I’m a lot more comfortable talking to myself in the grocery store.
Adults may also use comfort objects. In a 2008 study, the Sony AIBO robotic pet was found to decrease loneliness in the elderly in nursing homes.[2]
(…)After the September 11 attacks, writes Marita Sturken in Tourists of History, “the Oklahoma City National Memorial sent six hundred teddy bears and then the state of Oklahoma sent sixty thousand stuffed animals to New York, which were distributed to children in schools affected by 9/11, family support organizations, and New York fire stations
adults take more comfort in cars, houses, and gadgets, but it’s never the same. mormons stock entire security fridges, which may include ham, although it’s worth asking if it’s really a “security ham” if someone else tells you to have it.
i’ve been keeping a security chocolate bar around, but normally i eat it and eventually buy another. soon i’ll have a security belly and everything will be okay. (they’re all the rage.)
You changed your mind about what you were writing half-way through and didn’t adjust for it. I do that so often that I don’t bother to correct myself in a subsequent post any more – I would end up using three times as much Internet as I need to.
When I was thirteen and my cousin told me I was ‘too old’ for transformers (she’d seen my G2 Bruticus on the dining table), this was the worst thing she could have done because I reacted by collecting transformers and Lego forever.
Age-appropriate behaviour… pfft. At least now I’m old enough to buy my OWN ham.
I have a security tattoo, so it’s twice as lasting as most security objects, but also twice as disapproved-of.
(I thought it was a good choice, though – I’m forever losing things, so at least if I do manage to lose this then I’ve probably got a heck more to worry about than the thought of not being able to find my security object.)
I never had a security anything. I was always afraid of hurting the feelings of any of my stuffed animals or dolls. So every night, I would just pile all of them on my bed, and fall asleep in a tiny corner. And every night, my parents would come in, once I was asleep, take all of them off, and put me to bed properly!
@Meg – I did that. My parents didn’t intervene, but I remember one morning when I had decided to sleep on the floor because it was so hot, and Mom stepped on my arm as she came to wake me up because she thought I was another toy.
January 11, 2011
Good grief!
January 11, 2011
Bad Decision Dinosaur is so much more lovable than the Bad Idea Bears.
When I was a kid, I wanted to have a security SOMETHING, just because I had read about it in books, but I could never decide. I went through several blankets, dolls and toys, but never forged a lasting relationship with any of them. Sad, really.
January 11, 2011
Mike +1
January 11, 2011
I like the SPF 0 sun screen. I think I’m wearing some right now!
January 11, 2011
SPF 0? Isn’t that like mineral oil?
January 11, 2011
I am in my early twenties now and I still have to have a security object with me at all times. Thankfully, I’ve graduated to having a “security pen”, which is as inconspicuous as it is functional (and therapists can’t yell at me about it, either)!
January 12, 2011
This is what I love about Cat and Girl. Several days of philosophic discussion followed by Dorothy taking a brisk walk outside of her mind.
I used to have a bronze coin with FDR on it that I carried on my person at all times. I think my mother eventually took it and threw it away. Not because she was worried about her young son developing an unhealthy attatchment to a totem, but because she’s a republican.
January 12, 2011
When I was little I wanted an imaginary friend because I saw something on TV about it. Now I know I was that imaginary friend, so I’m a lot more comfortable talking to myself in the grocery store.
January 12, 2011
Adults may also use comfort objects. In a 2008 study, the Sony AIBO robotic pet was found to decrease loneliness in the elderly in nursing homes.[2]
(…)After the September 11 attacks, writes Marita Sturken in Tourists of History, “the Oklahoma City National Memorial sent six hundred teddy bears and then the state of Oklahoma sent sixty thousand stuffed animals to New York, which were distributed to children in schools affected by 9/11, family support organizations, and New York fire stations
January 12, 2011
An Inappropriate Time for Ham.
January 12, 2011
adults take more comfort in cars, houses, and gadgets, but it’s never the same. mormons stock entire security fridges, which may include ham, although it’s worth asking if it’s really a “security ham” if someone else tells you to have it.
i’ve been keeping a security chocolate bar around, but normally i eat it and eventually buy another. soon i’ll have a security belly and everything will be okay. (they’re all the rage.)
January 12, 2011
Abner, there is no inappropriate times for ham.
January 12, 2011
there are no*
What the hell was I thinking?
January 12, 2011
You changed your mind about what you were writing half-way through and didn’t adjust for it. I do that so often that I don’t bother to correct myself in a subsequent post any more – I would end up using three times as much Internet as I need to.
When I was thirteen and my cousin told me I was ‘too old’ for transformers (she’d seen my G2 Bruticus on the dining table), this was the worst thing she could have done because I reacted by collecting transformers and Lego forever.
Age-appropriate behaviour… pfft. At least now I’m old enough to buy my OWN ham.
January 12, 2011
Abner, I see what you did there…
(See: The Projects of Andrew Hussie)
January 17, 2011
I have a security tattoo, so it’s twice as lasting as most security objects, but also twice as disapproved-of.
(I thought it was a good choice, though – I’m forever losing things, so at least if I do manage to lose this then I’ve probably got a heck more to worry about than the thought of not being able to find my security object.)
January 23, 2011
Better ham than a can of paint.
January 26, 2011
I never had a security anything. I was always afraid of hurting the feelings of any of my stuffed animals or dolls. So every night, I would just pile all of them on my bed, and fall asleep in a tiny corner. And every night, my parents would come in, once I was asleep, take all of them off, and put me to bed properly!
February 25, 2011
@Meg – I did that. My parents didn’t intervene, but I remember one morning when I had decided to sleep on the floor because it was so hot, and Mom stepped on my arm as she came to wake me up because she thought I was another toy.
October 9, 2015
This adds a whole new meaning to “Comfort Food”