Greetings, fellow Lemmurs! 🌟 I’m a young adult and, I wanted to share something that brings me a sense of coziness and tranquility – plushies! 😊
These adorable companions have unexpectedly become a source of comfort, especially when it’s time to unwind and sleep. 🌙
As a grown-up, I’ve discovered that having plushies is not just nostalgia; it’s about finding comfort and relaxation in the simplest of things. When it’s time to hit the hay, you bet I’ve got my trusty plushies lined up like an elite sleep squad. 😴 They’re like little dream guardians, bringing a sense of warmth and familiarity that helps me unwind after a long day.
When I wind down for the night, my plushies join me like small, fluffy companions ready to embark on dreamland adventures. They might seem like a childhood keepsake, but honestly, having them around as an adult has been surprisingly delightful.
Some folks might raise an eyebrow at the idea of a grown-up snuggling with plushies, but I’m here to challenge the stereotype. We all have different ways of finding peace and tranquility, and if these adorable creatures make bedtime cozier, why not? 🤷♂️
Despite some societal norms, I’m curious to hear your thoughts on the matter. I’m curious to know if any of you fellow adults out there also share this bedtime plushie ritual. 🌝 Or if you’ve got thoughts on the whole concept, I’m all ears! Let’s chat, share stories, and maybe even swap plushie recommendations! 🗣️💬
You do you, boo.
If it makes you happy and isn’t hurting anyone, who cares what others think?
Also, why did people stop calling them stuffed animals?
To me stuffed animal sounds like a dead trophy or something.
Plushie sounds like some weird variant of a furry to me. 😂
I don’t know if it’s normal, I guess what you’re asking is if people would judge you badly for it? People vary and their judgements are their problem 🤷
I’m properly middle aged and took a pink unicorn with me to clutch for dear life to my root canal. I’ll be taking it with me for the crown too.
