I realize this post may be too personal for some people. However I have decided to write about the things that are on my mind. That is why I decided to go ahead and post my thoughts no matter how personal they may be.
Love comes in many different ways and from many different avenues. We can love strangers, family, lovers, friends, and even pets no matter what kind you have. Love can also be had for possessions. I know it seems vain and horrible to love an item, a thing that can be replaced, but my question is: is it? Is it bad to love a thing? When I was a very young girl I was given from Santa Clause a big stuffed white dog. I loved this dog so much! Much to my sister’s relief I stopped stealing her teddy bear and began cuddling and loving my new stuffed white dog. Over the years people have laughed at me or thought I didn’t love it much because I never gave him a normal name. I always simply called him “White Dog” He is half my size now as an adult and wore a big bow tie, and let’s face it Dr. Who fans, “bow ties are cool!” But he was always soft and the whitest snowy white you ever did see with big floppy ears and a loveable face. How could I not love him?
Over the years I have kept him with me. As I moved from state to state, apartment to apartment, even when I was in my live-in relationship, he was always there. Sometimes he was left in the corner and other times he was on my sofa or bed. However tonight I realized as I lay in bed and cuddled up to him (who makes a great pillow by the way) that I had more love for White Dog then I had for myself. I somehow lost myself as I invested way to much of my life trying to make others happy living by their rules and life that I forgot about the things I wanted to do and experience to be happy. However, despite my neglect, even after all these years I still love my White Dog who is always there when I need him. Many tears have been shed on him, and many nights I have been comforted with him by my side. I can honestly say I didn’t realize how much I cared for this stuffed animal over the years until tonight.
So, back to my question, is it bad to love a thing? We know that children do. It has been my experience that most men certainly do love their games or tech stuff. After all, we have all heard the saying “boys and their toys” only with men those toys seem to be much more expensive as we age. What about women and clothing? As I am thinking of these thoughts in my head about how we all seem to love different things as well as people and pets, I can’t help but wonder what the world would be like if we loved people the way we love our things? Doesn’t sound like it would be a much happier and better place? I am curious as to everyone’s thoughts on this. What do you all think?
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I love your site Laura, and I have loved many things along the way through this Labyrinth of Life. Movies that pull at my heartstrings, cars that I have driven, and yes, my stuffed Snoopy that I snuggled and acted out adventures with every night when I went to bed. I couldn’t bare to let him go throughout my life. He resides now in a transparent tote in my storage room. Silly as an adult I still feel a little guilty that he is there and not on my bed. It must be because I loved him.