A "fuzzy" blanket


My most precious childhood possession I could say, would be my soft silk blanket.  I would always refer to this as a “fuzzy” blanket, despite its non-fuzzy texture.  I created its name from an age where I didn’t know how to use certain adjectives and just associated the word “fuzzy” with a good feeling.  In reality, this blanket just has a really soft texture.  Yet, to this day, I still call it a “fuzzy blanket.”  It is one of my most prized possessions to this day.  Not only do I generally like the blanket, but I have grown a dependency on it.  I can’t sleep without it.  (This statement is not a joke.  I sincerely went three days without sleeping because of this phenomenon, and then I passed out.)  It’s weird how I can’t seem to fall asleep without it.  I generally like my fuzzy blankets, but I never knew that over an extended period, I developed a strong dependency on them. 

Generally, one “fuzzy blanket” lasts about 3 years and then it’s worn out (silk rips fast and easily).  When the time comes, I go to South Korea to make a new one.  It’s the only place in the world that I know makes these kinds of silk blankets.  Right now, I’m probably on my 5th “fuzzy blanket”.  I love these blankets so much that I still remember the colors. 

1: green
2: blue
3: yellow
4: red
5: orange

I’m reminded of these past blankets, because it also reminds me of how much I’ve grown both physically and mentally.  Each of these blankets have gotten bigger each time I have gotten a new one.  Some have collected the nosebleeds I get from studying at night, and others have collected tears from times of deep sorrow.  I still remember that I had thought of the “fuzzy blanket” as a safe haven from the dangers and things I feared most in the world.  It was my “last hiding place”.

This winter, I am going to Korea again to renew my blanket.  I’ve decided to finish the rainbow and get a purple “fuzzy blanket”.  However, I’ve decided that I will no longer depend on this blanket for sleep.    This “fuzzy blanket” will be my last “fuzzy blanket”.  This decision was just random.  I thought I should grow out of the blanket once and for all for my personal freedom.  Yet, by separating myself from the blanket, I feel that I’m losing more freedom.  I always felt more comfortable with my “fuzzy blanket” during stressful and concerning times.  Without it, I feel that I will have no object to lean onto during these kinds of times.

Comments

  1. Blankets are such wonderful things! Personally, I have many actually fuzzy blankets. I believe fleece is the superior blanket material, as it is best at keeping you warm. However, your silk blankets sound like they have merit as well. I can see why you really like them, and I admire your daring decision to make your next blanket your last. Perhaps it's for the best you learn to sleep without them, but it's a bittersweet change.

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  2. I liked how your growth was mirrored in your fuzzy blankets. I thought you did a good job of describing the significance of fuzzy blankets to you and could clearly see that fuzzy blankets are important to you. I loved the little detail about how you've always called the blanket a "fuzzy" blanket even though it isn't exactly fuzzy.

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  3. I think the feeling of fuzzyness can be emulated. Like for example, a blanket that you just got from the dryer. It has so much static and electricity that it creates a fuzziness feeling when it comes close to your skin. I don't know, maybe I just have a different definition of fuzziness.

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