You know, I remember as a child, everyone made a big deal over security blankets and things during like, puberty and stuff. I still don’t know why. I never grew out of taking my blanket with me around the house, (never will) and when I go over to peoples houses. I have my favorite ones. They’re soft. It’s comforting to be Surrounded by soft. I’m not going to use your cold ass duvet that has the texture of a swimsuit. I’m going to cocoon myself in my silky soft polyester blankie that traps heat really well and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me.
I will wrap myself up in it and walk around like I am royalty, and this is my cloak. I will have my cereal while sitting wrapped like a mummy. I will roam wherever I please with my blanket used as hood as though I am but a lonely, nameless traveler.
Suck my dick. Cry about it, if you need to. It’s literally a non issue. Just let people have their comfort items, and whoever wrote that in my puberty book or whatever saying you should slowly get rid of those comfort items in some twisted right of passage fashion is an asshole.
In hindsight, that book gave shitty advice. Good thing I disregarded most of it aside from the hygiene portion.