Tuesday, August 11, 2009

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.


Anonymous Pamela said...

I am afraid of commenting on this one

7:22 AM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

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.

7:52 AM  
Blogger Tango said...

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. :)

10:05 AM  
Anonymous Auntie said...

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.

11:18 AM  
Blogger weese said...

hmmm, thinking...thinking...
I must have one.
I am looking around me now for signs of one.

11:33 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

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?

3:47 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

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 ; )

5:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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.


6:12 PM  
Anonymous dalia said...

my bag that i carry around.
my bangles.
a glass of wine.

6:36 AM  
Blogger Guy said...

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.

7:41 AM  
Blogger Guy said...

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.

7:41 AM  
Blogger Trop said...

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?

8:05 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Trop, that is pretty weird, but I still love ya.

8:22 PM  
Blogger Mom of Three said...

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.

12:10 PM  

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