Reflector Post

Near the Wyoming/Colorado state border yesterday, I saw a little stuffed monkey hanging on a reflector post along I-25. You know the kind of monkey – the ones with the wrap-around arms. So cute – it gave me a chuckle. I wish we could have stopped to take a picture, but it was in the middle of construction where traffic was down to one lane each way. Maybe someone put it there to help with potential road rage since one-lane construction traffic on an interstate is really annoying, especially when you are in a hurry.

While I was laughing though, I also felt a twinge of weird sorrow for the poor little monkey. All by himself in the middle of nowhere, out in the weather. When I was growing up, I always felt like my stuffed animals were alive and had feelings. I never much played with dolls but I had tons of stuffed animals that I loved. I always tried not to show favoritism to the animals, cause I felt like it would hurt the others’ feelings. Silly, I know. But what is even sillier is those thoughts still kinda run through my mind today. As recent as last year, I was at my parents’ house and was picking out some of my old stuffed animals to bring home with me. I felt really guilty and bad for the ones that I didn’t pick, as if I was hurting their feelings by leaving them behind. It was really hard putting the ones I did not choose back into their storage bins. And I feel a sense of sadness whenever I see a stuffed animal in a thrift store or at a garage sale. They always look so dejected. I don’t think I could ever give mine away like that. It would feel as if I was giving away a family member. Well, probably not that bad, but I still don’t think I could do it.

Okay, you can stop making fun of me now.

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2 Responses

  1. cindypoo says:

    aww thats how i feel about all of mine too…i would always have to have them all on the bed, for it was unfair to leave any on a shelf or the floor.

  2. Shad The Future Colorado Springs Resident says:

    you know.. being a boy, i guess you’d expect me to call you an idiot, but i felt the same way about mine! At night when i couldn’t get to sleep i’d act like the carpet was dangerous shark infested waters, or that my bed was a thousand floors up and i’d get all my stuffed animals under the blankets with me so that we would be safe. It’s funny the games that you play when you’re a kid. I always felt like a bad “parent” when one of my cabbage patch kids would get a paint scrape on their cheek from the wall next to my bed.. anyway, that’s my two cents.. and now you all know.. in reality, i’m actually a big sissy girl =)

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