Still No Ideas
I still have no clue what I want to do with this blog whatsoever. Actually, I thought of something to write about. I have to do a prompt for Ethics and Education. Here is the prompt: dig back in your early childhood experience and find a story about your transitional object, or a story about an imaginary friend that you had, or both.
My object is not really an object but my cat, Klaus. I guess he is also an 'imaginary" friend to all of our family because we give him a persona and we talk to him and such. He represents a transitional object for a few reasons but I think the largest reason of all is because I was twelve and a lot changed for me as a person. My parent's split up not too long before we got Klaus. My parent's splitting up is something I don't think I have ever gotten over. I am still emotional and apart of me will always be upset because of it. Klaus really kept our family together during that time. Kittens are menaces. He would poop everywhere and we'd constantly have to bathe him. He would hide under our radiators and paw at us when we would walk by him an he would crawl up into the sofa. He was a tiny bit of chaos that made us forget the huge chaos around us. It was almost like having a baby.
To me he represents a transitional object because he held our family together during a sort of rough patch. When my mom, brother, sister and I could have become distant from each other, we remained close because Klaus was a little bundle of joy in our lives.