i think one of the things i value most in life is comfort. i'm not sure why this is, it's not that i had some nervous childhood in which i was uprooted and shoved from home to home, it's not as if i'm a foster child, or a love child, or a child of a broken home...i just value comfort above most other things.
i love socks and mashed potatoes because they are comfort items...there are smells, sounds, feelings that are comforting- calming...those things i like.
this year in both of my english classes we ended up making a list of qualifications for the perfect partner...we did this at camp one year as well....in all these lists i have comfort ranked fairly high- just below faith and being a good father....
sometimes i feel like i'm such an awkward person, that so many just plain odd things happen to me throughout the day, that if i can just find that one person that one spot that one thing that makes me feel comfortable, like i'm not going to trip over my own shoelace, then i need to snag that thing and never let it go...i'm a comfort addict, it's like this twisted fettish i have, where i seek it out.
i just want to feel secure, unafriad, calm...comfortable.
is that so much to ask? -changedfish