Okay, so I'll kick this thread off with my story.
[HEADING=2]Before I start getting into it, I'm going to mention that I'm a Brony, and my story is heavily based on this.[/HEADING]
So if you don't feel like reading it but still want to post in the thread, you're welcome to skip to the bottom.
If this is too much for you to handle, you're welcome to go post somewhere else altogether.
Anyway, about a week ago I spent the weekend with my friend. As he was leaving my house though, he managed to force a Rainbow Dash plushie on me. Now, the reason I tried to turn it down was because it cost him a bit of money, and he was having money troubles. In the end, he won and I was stuck with it. I usually try and help him out from time-to-time, and I had bought lunch that day. He feels really guilty that he borrowed money from me to buy a car, but I trust that he'll pay me back.
Anyway, the next day didn't go too well. It was just regular run-of-the-mill bad day stuff, and by the end I was feeling pretty bad. So, without thinking, I took the plush and just sat in my chair with it in my lap as I browsed the internet.
I felt better.
So, of course, when I went to bed I took it with me, and fell asleep hugging it. I ain't ashamed, because I woke up feeling great.
It's really soft...
But since then, I keep it around when I go to sleep. I'm a nineteen year old college student studying psychology, and this doesn't seem strange to me. I used to have a stuffed dog when I was a kid, but it's gone now.
I have to say, just because you're older doesn't mean you still can't be a kid. Sitting around and hugging a stuffed toy feels just as good as it did twelve years ago...
So, try and be honest here, have you got any sentimental items or such that you sleep with, or just generally cherish?
[HEADING=2]Before I start getting into it, I'm going to mention that I'm a Brony, and my story is heavily based on this.[/HEADING]
So if you don't feel like reading it but still want to post in the thread, you're welcome to skip to the bottom.
If this is too much for you to handle, you're welcome to go post somewhere else altogether.
Anyway, about a week ago I spent the weekend with my friend. As he was leaving my house though, he managed to force a Rainbow Dash plushie on me. Now, the reason I tried to turn it down was because it cost him a bit of money, and he was having money troubles. In the end, he won and I was stuck with it. I usually try and help him out from time-to-time, and I had bought lunch that day. He feels really guilty that he borrowed money from me to buy a car, but I trust that he'll pay me back.
Anyway, the next day didn't go too well. It was just regular run-of-the-mill bad day stuff, and by the end I was feeling pretty bad. So, without thinking, I took the plush and just sat in my chair with it in my lap as I browsed the internet.
I felt better.
So, of course, when I went to bed I took it with me, and fell asleep hugging it. I ain't ashamed, because I woke up feeling great.
It's really soft...
But since then, I keep it around when I go to sleep. I'm a nineteen year old college student studying psychology, and this doesn't seem strange to me. I used to have a stuffed dog when I was a kid, but it's gone now.
I have to say, just because you're older doesn't mean you still can't be a kid. Sitting around and hugging a stuffed toy feels just as good as it did twelve years ago...
So, try and be honest here, have you got any sentimental items or such that you sleep with, or just generally cherish?