Sometimes, I'm such a mess in relationships. I get confused, I need clarification all the time, I need the other to express how they feel and if they don't - I bombard them with questions, trying to figure my way around their feelings. People are just complicated, really.
Which is why I have resorted to the fact that I am simply antisocial and incapable of such deep and meaningful human interaction and shall turn to my beloved animal kingdom of stuffed animals for comfort. #foreveralone.jpg
My personal favourite is Sebastian (above). He was a Christmas bear from Target in the year 2007 and was a lovely gift from my Sydney friend Lily. And he used to be super fluffy and the most cuddly bear ever (and with such a cheeky face too). But after a good four years of relentless cuddles, his fur is matted and dirty and I don't give a damn.
I wish some of your best stuffed animal friends could be real friends in life. But when I say this, I'm assuming that if all my stuffed animals had personalities - their personalities would be inexplicably awesome and have no flaws whatsoever. They would always super dedicated to me and offered me their kind words. They would know whats going on and how wrong or right something may be, but most of all - they would be there for me!
Our favourite cuddly companions are already doing all these things for us. But if they really did have personalities, I'm sure they would have their flaws too. And in that sense, I think our human friends will suffice on having the greatest personalities ever (albeit a few flaws too).
Which is why I think I like stuffed animals so much.
It leaves so much to the imagination. And they'll always be there for you, even if you stuff them in a dusty cupboard for years.
I have no idea what I'm talking about. But I love my stuffed animals.
#cuddleALLthestuffedanimals!
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