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Ugly Bastard · 12-14-2010, 12:55 AM

When I was five, I had an emotional attachment to this blue pillow the old neighbor lady made for me. I loved that blue pillow and slept with it every night. One day, I came home from kindergarten and found that the blue pillow was no longer on my bed. "What happened?" I asked my Mom. She informed me that the pillow was getting old and dingy and so she threw it away. I bottled up my emotions about this. I didn't betray to my Mom that I was upset about the pillow having been thrown away, but in actuality, I was devastated. For several days, I was deeply depressed and sad. Then, I got a brilliant idea. "I'll talk to the pillow at night before I go to bed." So each night for probably 6-12 months until I finally got over the pillow, I would call the pillow up in heaven and talk to it. I mean, I did this all in my head. No verbal words were actually spoken. But in my head, I was actually talking to my blue pillow every night. It brought me an immense amount of comfort. I went from devastated to my core that the pillow had been thrown away to completely content and well-adjusted about the whole thing all because I had developed a mechanism for coping having had the pillow taken away from me.

I share this story because as I've gotten older I've been able to realize what I did and why I did it and actually harbor a fair amount of fascination about the whole thing. People come up with some amazing ways to cope with loss, disappointment, etc. For me, it was pretending I could talk to my pillow. For BDH, it's pretending he can talk to the creator of the universe. But the end result is the same in all cases: suspending reality in exchange for temporary comfort. But at the end of the day, my pillow is still in the trash, you guys' girlfriends really did leave you, etc, etc. You can take it on the chin and become hard and cold like assholes such as Blonde, Beebs, and I, or you can employ a child-like coping mechanism and be a delightfully dumb bastard that thinks God made the Earth 10,000 years ago.

Either way, we'll all be dead in 60-80 years.

12-14-2010, 12:55 AM	#1015 (permalink)
Ugly Bastard Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: U.S.A. Posts: 13,643 Internets: 247330	When I was five, I had an emotional attachment to this blue pillow the old neighbor lady made for me. I loved that blue pillow and slept with it every night. One day, I came home from kindergarten and found that the blue pillow was no longer on my bed. "What happened?" I asked my Mom. She informed me that the pillow was getting old and dingy and so she threw it away. I bottled up my emotions about this. I didn't betray to my Mom that I was upset about the pillow having been thrown away, but in actuality, I was devastated. For several days, I was deeply depressed and sad. Then, I got a brilliant idea. "I'll talk to the pillow at night before I go to bed." So each night for probably 6-12 months until I finally got over the pillow, I would call the pillow up in heaven and talk to it. I mean, I did this all in my head. No verbal words were actually spoken. But in my head, I was actually talking to my blue pillow every night. It brought me an immense amount of comfort. I went from devastated to my core that the pillow had been thrown away to completely content and well-adjusted about the whole thing all because I had developed a mechanism for coping having had the pillow taken away from me. I share this story because as I've gotten older I've been able to realize what I did and why I did it and actually harbor a fair amount of fascination about the whole thing. People come up with some amazing ways to cope with loss, disappointment, etc. For me, it was pretending I could talk to my pillow. For BDH, it's pretending he can talk to the creator of the universe. But the end result is the same in all cases: suspending reality in exchange for temporary comfort. But at the end of the day, my pillow is still in the trash, you guys' girlfriends really did leave you, etc, etc. You can take it on the chin and become hard and cold like assholes such as Blonde, Beebs, and I, or you can employ a child-like coping mechanism and be a delightfully dumb bastard that thinks God made the Earth 10,000 years ago. Either way, we'll all be dead in 60-80 years.