#comfort items

I'm almost 4 decades old. One of them still is hidden in a drawer.

My parents still wonder why I cling to old and mismatched things and get heated when they try to toss things that is not up to their standard.

I HATE MY COUSINS SOMETIMES MAN

I will call them fake names. They’re Jeb (16) and Dora (14) and I’m Nate (teenaged) (If that changed anything).

Jeb is a kleptomaniac. I’ve always kept my best toys away from him bc he is destructive and frankly mean.

But i have a hoodie. It looks like Michael Mell’s. It even faintly smells of cigarette smoke (never smoked, its second-hand). It doesn’t have the pins or patches but my next project WAS making those.

Jeb came over for family dinner and he was amped up for some reason. But he saw I was wearing a red long sleeve shirt and a short sleeved spider-man shirt over that. And he TOOK MY HOODIE off the couch and wore it.

I’m a bit of a brat and protective of my shit. I’m completely okay with admitting that. But I told him before he went home he had to give me it back.

THE BITCH DIDN’T.

He left while I was decompressing in my bedroom after arguing with Dora.

and on monday he wore it to school and told Dora that I NEED IT back by Friday bc Friday is an important school showcase and I need the comfort it gives me to have the balls to do my role in the showcase. And the BASTARD tells me.

“Sorry Nate. He doesn’t have it.”

LIKE UHHH YES HE DOES

And btw, he has ruined almost all of my hoodies by BURNING THEM, smoking in them, cutting them and then using the excuse “I use it so I don’t kms, you need to be accepting of my coping strategies.” Like…IT ISNT YOUR HOODIE TO CUT UP

(Not that I want him SH’ing but I did it myself snd NEVER destroyed others’ belongings bc of it. It was my burden to bear and bear it I did)

what has to stay at home: the big blue sea dragon plush, the big blue sea dragon fidget, the microwavable koala, two of the tiny music boxes (✨️'s and mine), my bird fidget, my turtle fidget, the triangle fidget, some smaller fidgets.

I took him to Scotland around 2 years ago , but upon finishing the holiday and going home I accidentally left him at my Aunt's house and forgot where I put him :[[[

But, recently, my Aunt finally found him whilst doing some spring cleaning and gave him back to me, to which I took the photo above minutes later in celebration <333

I keep a basket of all my plush pokémon at the foot of my bed, and there's lore (mostly thanks to my siblings) that 3 of them are ninjas, so i know i'm in good hands.

Childish? absolutely. But there's nothing wrong with it, and it makes me feel better. Also, 10 years isn't that long of a time, and 10 years ago i was definitely young enough to do the same as i am now.