I’ve been singing this song all day in anticipation of writing this post:
Anyway, I feel like quite a few of our October blog challenge posts have started with “I’ve thought a lot about this…” or some variation of that. But this question is one that required zero forethought for me. If I lost my belongings in a fire or any other way, there are only two items I would miss because there are only two inanimate objects in the world that truly mean anything to me.
Anyone who knows me in real life can already see where I’m going with this. If I lost all my belongings in a fire, the things I’d miss most are my baby blanket (Blanky) and my stuffed dog (Barkley).
I am 25 years old, and I have learned to have zero shame about the fact that I still sleep with a stuffed animal and a baby blanket. When I was younger, I used to hide Blanky in my pillow case to go to sleepovers so no one would make fun of me. However, the second I made the decision to take them to college with me was the second I made the decision to not be embarrassed.
I am totally capable of sleeping without them. The longest I ever went without them was the semester I studied in London. I didn’t bring them with me. My parents flew over there with me and before they left, my mom bought me a stuffed bear at Harrods because the bear was holding a little dog that “looked like Barkley.” So, yeah. I have a weird attachment to them, and everyone knows it.
I can’t tell you why, as a baby, I decided that of all the blankets in the house, the one I would love would be the ugly yellow and white checkered blanket with a messed up rainbow on it (seriously, look at that rainbow…it has orange as the first color!). I do, however, remember very clearly the moment Barkley entered my life. I was just about to turn 6 and I was at Costco and found the stuffed dogs that were bigger than me. So I asked for one for my birthday, my sister named him Barkley after the dog from Sesame Street, and the rest was history. I have been sleeping with them both ever since.
I’m trying really hard to express to you just how important these two things are to me. Here, maybe this story will help: freshman year of college, I had a dream that my friend Steve lit Blanky on fire. Why he would do this, I have no idea, but, whatever, dream logic. I was so upset by this dream that I was legitimately angry with him when I woke up. I told him about it, though, and so he still makes fun of me about it, 7 years later.
One time Barkley’s nose fell off and I actually cried. I was 16. My mom sewed it back on.
Linus is my favorite Peanuts character because we understand each other.
So, yeah. That’s my answer. Call me crazy, but that’s what it is. In fact, you can take all of my stuff right now if you really want it. I’d be pissed, but as long as you left me with my Blanky and Barkley, I’d get over it.