You don't even have to feed them

I'm trying to figure out exactly why it's so "weird" that I have two stuffed animals (a pig and a bear) on my computer monitor. Is it because other people are just not comfortable with their own love of stuffed animals? I mean it's not like there are a ton of them. Two! And they aren't on my bed. Because that would be weird. A ton of stuffed animals on my bed, that I have to move everytime I go to sleep. That would be weird. It's not like I talk to them. Or sing to them. Or dance with them. Unless I'm drunk. In which case, any inanimate object is fair game.

They just remind me of living at home. Of my brothers and sister. Of a time when I never worried about any of the things that I worry about now. When vacation was a few months long. When a day consisted of nothing more important that where we left the baseball the day before. When playing hide & go seek/freeze tag was a totally worthwhile expenditure of my time. I guess I worry a lot about forgetting about those things.

And the pig, of course, is wearing my Darth Vader "Who's Your Daddy" pin.