Has an object ever made you complete?

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I don't need objects to make me feel complete any more, but I did for years, and I lost or damaged them all!


When I was 7 I lost this orange plastic ring with a smiley face that I called Mr. Loud Voice. "He" was a friend of mine that I took everywhere. I usually wore him on my finger, but sometimes I hung him from my neck by an orange string. I would say something, usually absurd or funny, or just nice and helpful, in a loud booming voice and say it was Mr. Loud Voice talking.


When I was in grade 7 I had these rings that I always wore that made me feel complete. One or two of them made green rings around my fingers, but they were still metal and I felt like at least part of me was clean... I felt dirty and gross. When I lost some of them I made one of my remaining ones into a ring with a stone that resembled the Main Tusk on J'nanin, in an "Age" in the computer game Myst III: Exile. I filled the thing that the pearl stone had fallen out of on that ring with green nail polish and made the perimeter red with red nail polish, and that was the symbol of my creativity-- at least I could do something, even if it was just some stupid little creative thing.


When I screwed up that ring and redid it but it never dried, so I couldn't wear it for fear of ruining it, I decided to find something else. I found some elastic bands I'd had for almost half my life and said, "This is something I owned back then that I can carry around as a souvenir of my childhood, and I can honestly say I owned something during my childhood." I had bigger stuff I owned, but I couldn't carry that around. Besides, I wouldn't have even been allowed to carry it around. These I had worn in my hair, so I had been allowed to carry them around, albeit in my hair. This was a symbolism, or rather, concrete proof, that I had been allowed to keep something of mine. Even though it was nothing. So I took them, cut them up, took a white plastic milk carton pull ring, put chewed bubble gum around the outside of it, stuck the pieces of the elastic bands to the bubble gum, wrapped tape around the whole thing to element-proof it at least reasonably, and I had a pendant! I took some thin wire and threaded five tiny-ish see-through beads onto it that were the same colors as the elastic bands-- blue and yellow. Now it looked more like a creative pendant. Now it could symbolise my creativity and ability to do things too! At first I actually wore it as a ring, but then when I realized that was impractical if I wanted to use my hands without damaging it, I realized could put it on a string and hang it from my neck, and so to keep it nice I interwove 3 or 4 different kinds of strings-- twine, embroidering thread, maybe sewung thread-- and made a cool thin blue-and-green rope. When I lost some of the beads I was frantic, and disappointed when I never found them. I also had a bright orange hair elastic that I had had for who knows how long that I kept and wore on my finger to symbolize the fact that I had at least owned something in my childhood that I had been allowed to carry around.


I'm odd.

yes. my meteorite completes me i think, its just so beautiful. and i cant help it

It's so odd that you posted this thread because I was just thinking about this over my lunch hour. When I was a kid, I had a blanket that my mom made for me. I drug that blanket everywhere with me even as I got too old for it. I usually kept it with me in bed when I slept. It was a light green and had rodeo cowboys and horses on it. When I moved out of my house, I didn't take it with me because I was leaving for the military. That wouldn't have gone over too well.

I found out later that my mom had gotten rid of my blanket and I was devastated. I literally spent about six months earlier this year researching vintage 70's fabrics to see if I could at least find the fabric it was made out of and recreate it. I know EXACTLY what the pattern looks like and even a new one would make me feel better. No luck as of yet though. I still think about that blanket all the time. It was super smooth and cool against my face.

I am trying to focus more on being than on having.

But even then, getting clingy and attached to actions is not so different from being attached to things.

With the net, I value being able to read and write. In the past, the focus was on reading and having books. Now, i dont' care where the information is located. Having shelves and shelves of books has lost its appeal.

My sister, who also has Asperger's Syndrome, carries a little stuffed blue rabbit with her everywhere. She projects her own feelings into the rabbit by shaking it and humming.

i sleep with a stuffed tigger named hobbes, i would say he completes me

Not as an adult, but Smokey and Bunny stayed on my bed almost to graduation. (stuffed animals) I still have them packed away downstairs. Smokey is a stuffed bear that actually looks like a black bear, except his eyes were removed to prevent me from eating them when I was a baby.

My Sid doll makes me feel more complete.

Oh yeah, sometimes I had random little things I carried around that made me complete. A little block with letters on the sides once when I was 3, two gumballs ( blue one [I think blueberry] and a pink [I think strawberry] one) once when I was a bit older, like 4 or 5, my stuffed bears Charity and Lars in their perfect Titanic-era outfits when I was 9 or 10 (and I couldn't even lose a bit of fur off them or anything)...

My overalls make me complete, as does my iPod.

My collection of old travel guidebooks, my collection of banknotes, and my raccoon plushie.

Video game systems, and just games in general complete me.

my compys, i love these machines enough to die with them.
i couldn't even let go of my vaio and not just because the vista doesn't like video files, i was actually starting to wonder what i would do without it since i had it so long. dispite complaining daily about the ten minutes start up i actually felt better cleaning it out and keeping it.

my wireless laser mouse, even though it's dirty from years of constant use i won't use another.

my ps2 and you can bet i'll still have it when i get a ps3, i also love the damn thing more then all the others.

kh: chain of memories, it's the only 2d game i can play through without codes and not scrap by on each level.

and my alvin plushie, when my cousin stole his shirt i was ready to go down to her house armed and ready, or write and demand his shirt or else. i searched on ebay and found a replacement but i still have the orginal, "called him alvin the stripper" when i was little because he was the only one that that could have his clothes removed. i have no idea what put that in my head though.

I don't want to sound shallow but I had a 1986 porsche 944 a few years back. It meant the world to me.

i forgot something.

my camara, it's a casio exlim and i've never getting anything else, it's that good.

my knife, yes i know i'm wierd but there are to many times i desperetly need one, my newer one is much better now though.

my bose headphones and media players, these kill hours of bordem when i'm riding in a car going no place i want to go, and are the only things stopping me from jumping out to end the pain.

my art books, i got at least 7 with drawings that i no longer like but i can't bear to throw hours of work into the trash.

my legos and hotwheels, those house deep memories that i can't bear to give up.

my dodge truck, it's black, it's shiny, and i can finally someday drive it, hopefully.

i also so help me god, i have a quad that dispite how much i said i don't like it i still wonder how it is doing and i have to know if something happened to it.

a pair of clippers i lost with a chain and file, these have turned me into a clipper collecter, i have at least 12 different kinds now because i'm trying to replace what i lost, still i haven't been able to find another like them.

I still have my original Radio Shack Color Computer 2 that I got when I was 5. that neat little computer is what first got me into computing as a life long obsession (along with all the science fiction I was into particularly Doctor Who, the original not that watered down pop culture injected crap that is the new Doctor Who.)

Its still in great condition and I am awaiting shipment of some nice software and a special serial cable that will allow me to back up all my floppies to a PC and then use the PC as the coco's disk drive. I can't say Ive ever had any sort of real childhood and the few rare childhood memories Ive had were entering in program listings from the rainbow magazine into the coco 2. I plan to use this little beast to learn 6809 assembler and learnt o write device drivers and such under OS-9 which is a rather neat almost UNIX like multitasking realtime OS that can run on just about any 6809 based computer system.


as far as modern objects that complete me, theres my glasses and my nice soviet mink fur hat that I got at the local salvation army for nothing. I'm never without it in the winter. and wish I could wear it all the time. I can get very attached to certain objects particularly my computers. once I use something for long enough it almost becomes like a close personal friend to me. and for that reason I hate to throw anything away particularly if it still works.