In Stranger then Fiction there is a section that talks about a crew of people that spend a few months, about three, stuck in a sumbarine. Some of the crew members bring things that remind htem of home. One of the "First class" Greg Stone brings a Scooby-Doo pillowcase. He calls it his "Security Blanket" What would you consider your own 'security blanet', if not your 'safe zone'? please explain.
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My "comfortable blanket" would have to be my I-pod/my music. When ever i feel like i am in a situation that i aint comfortable with i pull out my music and chill. My music always comes threw when i need it to... its just like having your best friend on speed dail only diffrence is your best friend can now relate to you WORD FOR WORD/VERSE FOR VERSE...
Greg Stone says that his pillow case is his security blanket do i have one yes. I think something i would bring to remember me about home would have to be probably a photoalbum of everyone back home i guess. you wouldnt need to picture what you left back home you can just remember them by looking at the picture.
I consider my security blanket my large voice. I know I know it sounds krazy but it is. Ever since I was a lil kid, I could tell that my voice carries sum power and use that all day every day. It makes me feel big and bad !!!!! lol
My safe zone in is my notebook. when it's not with my I feel unsafe. I can't really explain why I need it but I don't ever want to think of life with out it. I need my notebook like just to write i've cried at the loss of it. right on spot when I can't find it I feel incomplete. I don't know how else to say it but that my life is corrupt without it I'm dead. I feel as if I can't breath so there.
My security blanket would have to be a ripped, faded and tore bunny I recieved when I was born from my aunt. I named it "Pinkey Bunny". And during kindergarden all the cruel kids would try to hide it from me so my mom had to stich my name on ear so the teacher would know who it belonged to. It was comfort for something to love when things at home were rough during my parents divorce. 21 years later and I still have the pinkey bunny I don't sleep with it anymore but the emotional attachment is still there as it rests in the top shelf of my closet in a tubberware box.
If I have a safe zone, it's my house. When I'm out with my friends, I feel safe but we're usually participating in illegal activities. When I'm at home, my parents are with me so I can't just light up in front of them. If I'm anywhere outside the neighborhood, I feel paranoid because the law is looking for my kind of trouble. Even when I see a cop and I'm not holding, I have to check my pockets just to be sure. When I'm at home, I feel safe because I'm usually away from the friends that I would be with stirring up trouble.
My guitar would be my security blanket. No matter what situation I was in my guitar would keep me busy. I love playing and writing. Especially if I was bored it would take up a lot of time and I never get bored playing the guitar. Plus it reminds me of playing music in a band. Witch happens to be my favorite thing to do. I have about 100 more words let’s see. My favorite guitar I own would be my 1973 blue Tesico Del Ray 4 pick up deluxe, a foreign language if you don’t know guitars. The guitar plays as well as the day it came here from Japan in 1973. My security blanket I guess in a more general sense would be music. It takes you to so many places you never feel like you’re stuck in one spot.
in every way and all the time my mother is my security blanket. dont you know the feeling of when you were a child that you were all ways safe when mom was near? whenever there is any kind of problem or situation my mother always knows the answers. from day one this is the person that you are automatically born attatched to. if i were to be in the biggest situaution that i know that my mother was encapable of solving, i would still feel secure that she was by my side. even as an older person now i still trust everything that she does or says: it's natural. whenever she is around it is as if nothing can go drastically wrong. dont get me wrong, of course there are the times when things dont fall through, but they all ways seem to complete. this can go back as far to her kissing wonds or fighting off my battles. things like this are what make her my security blanket.
the thing that i call my securty blanet is my chain because it show that i cant do any thing i put my mind to and i also got a safe zone it is the creek behind my house i go there because of confusion, mad at the world or to just relax
Everyone has there vice. A crutch to to comfort themselves when it is necessary. In stranger then fiction, the author speaks about his scooby doo pillowcase was his vice when he felt insecure. In my case,my "security Blanket" Would have to be my guitar. When I'm stressed or just feeling uncomfortable in my own skin. I can pick at those strings, and all of my problems just seem to dissolve from my mind. A little leisure time with "Millie Rose" does me good when I'm down.
Really? I have to comment on my own blog? Its cheesy yes, But i guess my "security blanket" is this stuffed animal, a bunny that i have had for years, or my teddy bear. neither one of those leave my bed. They where always the stuffed animals that i grabbed when i was really really little and had a bad dream or somthing, so i can't just get rid of them. I still hug them when i'm sad or somthing. oh god i'm lame, but i don't know what i'd do with out them =)
When I was younger I had hundreds of stuff animals that I'd adopt as security. I had bears, dogs, rabbits, and monkeys. Everywhere I went I had one of them with me. Even when I went on field trip with my class, an animal would be in my book bag. Now, like other women, I resort to my bag as a security “blanket.” If I’m uncomfortable around anyone or anything I start to dig in my bag , play with my phone, or fiddle with one of the contents of my bag.
The place that i consider my safe zone is my home. I feel that I can always run home if i get into trouble and be safe. In my home I feel comfortable, safe, and excluded from the world. In my house I feel that my opinion can be heard and at least be considered. I like to voice my opinion. And at home i can do that.
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