Half my bed it taken up my various plushies I've collected over the years.
I've got a Blue Shell from Mario Kart, two different Eevees (One's names Frisk and she's mine), A Penguin Cube (A penguin, that is a cube. You can see it in my picture for the FS Group collage), a dog with short curly hair, a Chao from Sonic, a Toriel plushie that @fell_equinox got me, and two BIG mother fuckers in the corner of a Snorlax and a GIGANTIC Charmander.
There's also a lounging tiger, but they're on the tower shelf next to my bed instead of on my bed because I kept accidentally kicking them in my sleep.
I've got a Pikachu plushie acting in reconnaissance in my brother's computer room. Also hiding for when my niece's come over.
I've got a lil american football that smells like strawberry when you squeeze it (magic), it's also hanging out with my brother.
I refuse to let others tell me how to decorate my room. If I want to hang up a totem to the elder gods and a couple kidneys then who are you to tell me otherwise?
People shouldn’t tell other people what choices to make- and being an adult doesn’t mean giving up things just because other people say they are “immature.” But there’s more to that- As an adult- I wouldn’t judge an other adult for having plush animals on their bed. But if one is so attached or has so many stuffed animals that they get in the way of physical and emotional connections- a also wouldn’t want to blame a person for not being interested in romantic relations with an adult if the quantity or attachment to such stuffed animals were not compatible with their own wants or needs in life and a relationship.
“Being your own person” or “living your truth” etc etc. are important. But as social creatures there is a balance- I mean- if “living your best life” involves shitting on others front porches for example- that wouldn’t really work well for a civilization. But in less extreme cases- we have choices to make between conformity and “forging our own path,” the thing about “forging your own path” is that it requires strength and ability- if one decides that they don’t want to take an established road with everyone else, and instead wanders off in to the woods to find a new trail- they may find a better way, or they may not- and along the way they are likely to encounter hardships and difficulties that come inherent to going off the established path.
Tl:dr- what a thing is does not make it childish. Enjoying a thing does not make a person childish. A couple hallmarks of being an adult are:
- being able to care for ones self and others
- being able to make decisions with thought and consideration to consequences
- being able to build the life they want now- but also in the future.
If one is able to handle their adult life and responsibilities, and build towards the future- if one is conscious of the choices they make and willing to accept consequences of them- those speak more to maturity and character than arbitrary benchmarks “acting adult.”
Reminds me of that time when my elder sister told me with an air of great superiority "come on, give up on your blankie already, what are you going to say to my daughter when she asks why you sleep with that thing?" and my answer was "well probably the same thing his brother will say when she asks why he sleeps with random girls". That shut her up and later on when my niece did ask I just told her "life is hard sometimes, my face needs something soft" and we both moved on. It's not that important.
I've also never been affected by people thinking this is immature behaviour, as I was often told I was way beyond my years as a kid. I just thought it somehow made a little dent in my seemingly gigantic maturity.
I've got a Blue Shell from Mario Kart, two different Eevees (One's names Frisk and she's mine), A Penguin Cube (A penguin, that is a cube. You can see it in my picture for the FS Group collage), a dog with short curly hair, a Chao from Sonic, a Toriel plushie that @fell_equinox got me, and two BIG mother fuckers in the corner of a Snorlax and a GIGANTIC Charmander.
There's also a lounging tiger, but they're on the tower shelf next to my bed instead of on my bed because I kept accidentally kicking them in my sleep.
I've got a lil american football that smells like strawberry when you squeeze it (magic), it's also hanging out with my brother.
One of the Eevees is his, and thus not mine to name.
- being able to care for ones self and others
- being able to make decisions with thought and consideration to consequences
- being able to build the life they want now- but also in the future.
If one is able to handle their adult life and responsibilities, and build towards the future- if one is conscious of the choices they make and willing to accept consequences of them- those speak more to maturity and character than arbitrary benchmarks “acting adult.”
I've also never been affected by people thinking this is immature behaviour, as I was often told I was way beyond my years as a kid. I just thought it somehow made a little dent in my seemingly gigantic maturity.