Your old friends.

Story by Lost_wolf_boy on SoFurry

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Remember when you were a kid, and you had that toy you always wanted in bed with you? That "inanimate friend" that you never wanted to let out of your sight? Boys called them toys and action figures; girls called them dolls and stuffed animals. When we were sad and lonely, when we didn't have anyone to talk to. We used to think they were real, that they really could talk to us, and some of us used to even use them as punching bags as well as tissues when we were angry of sad. Even as we grew up, maybe we didn't use them as often, but we still had a friend we could always turn to. Those "Teddy Bears" were our closest friends and we could always count on them. And what did we do, we put them in boxes and shoved them in the back of some dusty closet, or sold them, never to see them again. And even of you could find the same type of thing again; it's never the same one you used to have. But we had to put them away, right? We got to old to play with toys and had to mature, or we wouldn't get any respect. But now what do we do when we had a rough day? Go to the gym and run it off? All that gets you is exhaustion and you forget about your problem for a little while. Do you go and talk to a real life friend? They all say that they will listen, but in their heads they all think, "If I don't listen I look like a jerk, but I really don't care." Do you write in a journal, or pray? You can't imagine a journal or diary talking back to you, or listening with an unbiased attitude, because you aren't talking yourself. So what do we do? We break down, cry while we sit alone, think about dark things. Imagine what we can do to those people that made us angry or sad or lonely. But what if we could dig out that box of old toys and take out our old friends and ask them to forgive us? We all know they will, and that they don't care what the problem is, they still want to help. If you sold yours, think about them as you hold a pillow, and imagine it is them. The would be filled with less hate and pain if we all just picked up our old teddy bear and just gave it a hug every once in a while.

My advice, if you are having a bad day, go find your old friend and give them a big hug, tell them you love them and listen as they tell you "it will all be ok", without ever saying a word.