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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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