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teddy bear.

August 6, 2009

Something that I think surprises people who are getting to know me is my fondness for cute teddy bears and stuffed animals.  My bed is covered with them: among other things, I have a Bambi head, two seals, a giant Nemo and a talking Pikachu.  I walked into a gift shop the other day and could not keep my eyes off the giant Hello Kitty.  I don’t know why I love stuffed animals so much – of course I find them cute, and they’re a nice concession to my childhood that most people think is sweet.  After all, who doesn’t like stuffed animals?  But at the same time, I am a grown man who is nearly 24 years old, and yet I still go to sleep at night cuddling a giant teddy bear named Ramón (my mother’s choice of name).  It’s beautiful and reassuring, but perhaps a little immature at this point!

Me & Ramón (aww!)

Me & Ramón (aww!)

Bizarrely enough, sharing a bed with somebody is something I enjoy a lot less.  Obviously, when I’m trying to be awake, cuddling is nice and reassuring and comforting, but when I am trying to sleep, the overwhelming body heat of somebody who keeps rubbing up to me, trying to hold me and put their arms around me (usually in awkward, uncomfortable positions) is a little irritating.  I’m not trying to say “dick me up and go home”, and I’m not trying to say that I don’t appreciate the sentiment of someone wanting to be close to me, but when it comes to sleeping, I want my own space and room to breathe.  I am a fussy sleeper and I don’t like noise, I don’t like light (though at home I can sleep with the curtains open because nothing overlooks my window, other than the moon) because otherwise I will focus on these things and be unable to stop fixating.  There have been times when I have had to take the batteries out of my clocks because the ticking would keep me awake for hours.  And you know how it is when you’re trying to sleep, and you end up concentrating on the tiniest little things which are silent by day but echo through the stillness of night.

Do I prefer teddy bears to actual humans?  Of course! (No, not really 😉 ) The point is that I love being snug and warm; even in the height of ‘summer’ (I live in England so we don’t really have much of a summer!) I cover my bed in toys and blankets and cushions.  It’s super-comfortable and I love to sleep with the feeling of weight on top of me (behave) because I feel secure and warm.  I find it weird if my body doesn’t feel covered when I’m sleeping, and I can sense if the covers are too light.  But I also believe that with the right person, I would probably feel more at ease sleeping beside somebody, sharing comfort and warmth.  Perhaps it’s sad, possibly it’s a reflection of me that up until now, my sleeping partners have gotten on my nerves once it comes to the actual sleeping part.  But when the right person comes along and it feels right, perhaps I won’t mind their body heat and their touch reassuring me through the night.  Or at least they will know to give me a bit of breathing room!  Until then, you can just dick me up and then go home.