Let me tell you about my pal Jim. great guy, a real go-getter. I also have to say he is the best wingman I know. Now it's kind of weird how attached I've gotten to this little sucker. He’s grown on me, and if anything were to happen to him, I honestly don't know what I would do. He isn't much of a talker, but he is the best listener. I’m comfortable whenever he's around, and he helps me be myself. His smile is adorable, and I never get tired of seeing his eyes. He hangs out whenever I'm watching movies or playing games, and gives me someone to share these moments with. I also love the feel of his tentacles on my head.
Jim is my pet octopus, just so you know.
I mean he's not a real octopus per say. He is a reversible plush octopus, he has also been my best friend. Now let me tell you about how we met. Funny enough, it was after a really harsh breakup. I was really going through a rough time, it was hard for me to find anything enjoyable, I was miserable on bad days, awful on good ones. I was also missing connection to someone close like I had. I used to call my ex on the phone almost every night. With her gone I had no one to tell me about my day before bed like I used to. I felt part of me was gone, I didn't know how to replace it. One day while walking through a store, I saw his face staring at me, and his miserable little smile called out to me. I laughed out loud and thought to myself.
“You too pal?”
For some reason I just needed to take him home with me. So I did. I was completely infatuated with him. I would tell him about all my sad thoughts, experiences and in my mind have him share similar stories. I used to spend a lot of time lying on my back and staring at my roof. But I started to rest Jim on my head while I did it. His fluffy tentacles, mixed with his goofy face made me slightly less miserable. I would tell him all about my day when I got home, fun times and bad times. It was therapeutic to have someone to let out to, with no worries of judgment or criticism. He slowly but surely started to fill the void I had been feeling. I took pictures with him all the time, and placed him next to me when I played games. He would share in my victories, in my losses and all my late night shows. I even decided to make him his own tinder account. There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but unfortunately for Jim, there were none on tinder.
Jim has a happy side as well, on the odd days where I felt okay. I would flip him to his happy side. I began to notice something strange, and that was that the longer time went on, I would see his happy side more and more. Eventually Jim was mostly happy, seldom sad. I started talking to him more of a joke at first. Thought that I would forget about him eventually. Now, I just like having him around, I tuck him in bed with me. I get mad when I can't find him, and ask people to help find him. I realized it had gotten really bad, when I brought him with me to the office wearing a tie, introduced him to my coworkers, and let him work with me all day.
I never thought I would ever get attached to a stuffed animal. But here I am, writing about him. I hope not too many people read this.
I would love to talk about Jim more, but he's sleepy and wants to go to bed. So I'll have to get going. I might write again and let you know how he does at work.
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