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Nov 25, 2007 21:52

Stuffed animals and dolls make me want to cry. I get kind of weepy when I see one, and ever sadder depending on how they are portrayed. It is a strange complex, really.

When I think of a stuffed animal, I just imagine a sad little r girl sitting on their bed alone in their room. Maybe they are sad from not having many friends and they are lonely, or maybe their parents are fighting in the next room. She looks down into the beaded eyes of her teddy bear and she so desperately wants it to be something. A friend to her so she won't be so lonely, or a playmate that she can do something with somewhere else so she wouldn't have to hear her parents screaming.

But the bear cannot save her, it is just cotton and cloth. It will never be anything more no matter how much she wants it to be, no matter how much she needs it to be.

It is this revelation that upsets me. This projection of human feelings and emotions into an inanimate object that was built to resemble something that can possess feelings and emotions, and the inherent disappointment to a child when it fails to do so. I can't understand it, but it moves me to tears every time.
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