So does anyone have a wooby?

[Kable24]

According to Urban Dictionary: A Wooby is a
Security blanket, teddy bear, or any physical item (for children) or emotional feeling (for adults) that gives you that safe, fuzzy, warm aura.

I was thinking of this lately. As a small child I had a stuffed animal that looked like a German Shepherd in the sitting position I called Ruff Ruff. I still have him. I would chew on his plastic nose. I should take a picture of Ruff Ruff.

As I got older and put away stuffed animals, I got attached to what I called tickly things. These were like the satin lining around blankets or the corner of a jacket pocket. I noticed I rub my fingers on the corner of one of these satin lined blankets more when I am stressed. I have one on my couch that my cat lays on and I have the corner right by me and I've noticed that I rub it more when things are going bad to calm me down. I think it takes me back to when I was a kid.

So what is or was your wooby?



So this is Ruff Ruff after almost 36 years. He's looking rough.

[bullets]

I have a small cozy blue blanket. I guess that would be my wooby. When I was younger I had Teddy Ruxpin

[Soapy]

When I was a little kid I had this very small clear blue rubber pterodactyl I got out of one of those capsule toy machines. I always slept with it, and it's a wonder I never lost the thing. My mom still has it around somewhere.

[terry78]

Winnie the Pooh from 1978 that my dad bought me when I was born.

[Dave McFly]

my mom crocheted a blanket for me when I was a baby I still have it to this day as it is SO big it can cover a queen size bed. I also have a stuffed dog that was called Danny Dog and had a yellow silk ribbon around his neck my grandma got me when I was 7 when my brother was born (he is 30 now you do the math ).

[Spider-Who?]

Originally Posted by Dave McFly

my mom crocheted a blanket for me when I was a baby I still have it to this day as it is SO big it can cover a queen size bed. I also have a stuffed dog that was called Danny Dog and had a yellow silk ribbon around his neck my grandma got me when I was 7 when my brother was born (he is 30 now you do the math ).

[Morning Root]

I had hundreds of stuffed animals up until I was 15, which I guess is the age all mothers force their children to rid themselves of all that is wonderful.

But for my past birthday, I received an obnoxiously orange stuffed ducky that has brought back all my wooby feels...

[Lunar_Wolf]

Batman is my wooby.

[Motown Marvel]

my security blanket would be my leather jacket. it has my soul trapped in it. never far from me.

[StrainedEyes]

I still have a (now) ratty, twisted blanket that I originally got as a baby.

[Spuzz]

The scars on my back from all the childhood whippings are my woobies. I run my fingers along the marred flesh to calm myself. That's normal right?

[hopefuldreamer]

My mum recently 'accidentally' gave away all my childhood toys

Fortunately, she hasn't managed to make me give up this guy:



I got given him by a random customer at the bar I worked in about 4 or 5 years ago. My Mum has hated him ever since. She keeps trying to insist I get rid of 'that damn awful thing', but he comes with me everywhere I go.

Not only is he big enough for me to full body hug, but he is a constant source of amusement.

For instance, the last place I lived was a bedsit with an on suite bathroom, and my friend used to scare the crap out of people by holding him up to the door as they came out.

[Schlosser85]

I had a Tweety Bird that I slept with well into my teens.

[Mr. Wooden Alligator]

Fluttershy.