What’s Your Pacifier?
I was recently somewhere where I saw an older gent walked around with a putter. I saw him several times over the course of a week and every time he had a putter in hand. There wasn’t a golf course within miles and he didn’t seem to have any golf balls with him. Every once in a while I’d see him practice a putt with an imaginary ball.
It was then that I realized that many people have an adult pacifier; a touchstone that reminds us of something other than our reality. For some it’s their phone or texting device. For some it is reminders of whatever hobby they are passionate about.
For many it is totally imaginary. Have you ever seen someone play a piano that wasn’t there? For some it is dance. It seems that practicing the movement is often enough to pacify some.
Yes, I have a pacifier as well. It’s more of a day dream and I’m not sharing.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:00 AM
14 Comments:
I am afraid of commenting on this one
Mmmmm yes. Many imaginary pacifiers that I cannot carry around with me.
The wifes cheesecake.
Other kinds of cheesecake.
The electric guitar that I cannot play like Carlos Santana.
Various items for bonking idiots on the head.
Alot of music.
All designed to make me smile and go "Mmmmmmm......" I need those alot at work.
Anything Scion related, my e-mails, my drill and a shit load of bits. Never go anywhere without them. Don't ask me why the drill, I don't have a clue. :)
I have too many 'woobies' to mention here. Most of them I carry in my mind. I find it's a safer place for them or I should say a safer way to keep them from the others "outside" of my head who may just think I am a total nut-job.
hmmm, thinking...thinking...
I must have one.
I am looking around me now for signs of one.
hmmm.
I can't think of a pacifying object I have. You would think with my insanity that I would have something jump out at me, wouldn't you?
Pam, I'm afraid for you, too.
Darev, Cheesecake...good one.
Tango, what no palm nailer and sawsall?
Auntie, keep your senses and you'll always find comfort.
Weese, you don't have to fess up to this one.
Amy, you aren't insane, you're a Texan...well let me re-evaluate that ; )
A book, almost any book worth reading, hell a bad book if I'm desperate.
A lot of the people I know, including my niece, their pacifier is their cell phone. I don't ever want to be around that girl if she's denied her cell phone.
columbiacritter
my bag that i carry around.
my bangles.
a glass of wine.
CC, I'm not as addicted to books as I used to be. Sad, but I'm OK with it.
Dalia, you forgot to mention Facebook.
CC, I'm not as addicted to books as I used to be. Sad, but I'm OK with it.
Dalia, you forgot to mention Facebook.
I pacify myself with a pencil, running it through my fingers. It's a habit that dates back to early childhood, when I'd run my fingers through the spindles on my headboard, to relax myself to sleep. I never go anywhere without a pencil (it must be unsharpened).
How queer is that?
Trop, that is pretty weird, but I still love ya.
My hair and my Blackberry.
And Auntie isn't fooling anyone. We know she's nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake, that only makes us love her more.
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