inkfingers
21 year old artist
I have always collected stuffed animals, to the point where my bed has been overtaken by plush animals, and my closet harbors a small village of stuffed animals. Here's the thing: I kind of personify my toys, and get really mad if my siblings touch them, and I sleep with them, and love them to death. Am I using them as a substitute for real friendships? I don't really want to pursue a friendship, because people in general are hard to talk to and they make me tired. Is it ok to be more attached to stuffed animals than people? (I wouldn't put them over my family, though).