Do Blankets Hate People?

RANDOM THOUGHT: Do Blankets Hate People?

February 2, 2012

We sit on them, we drag them, they are keeping us warm when we...lets call it projectile hiccuping into a trashcan.  So can blankets love us?  Or do they loathe the times they spend on our laps like a cat that doesn’t want to be held?  They keep us so warm and snug and sometimes projectile hiccuping doesn’t make it completely into the trashcan.  I can’t imagined being washed is the most comfortable thing for a blanket.  Every time they are washed they loose fluff and become a little more threadbare.  For all they give to us, do we give anything back to blankets?  I have to believe they love us just as much as we love them.  Blankets keep us warm, but without us, wouldn’t they be cold too?  They hold in heat like a furry coat and we make the heat.  It’s a mutual relationship of heat.  And over the years as they are washed I like to think that they feel like their lives mattered.  Someone loved them and kept them warm.  A used blanket means something to their owner, as opposed to a dusty moth-eaten blanket.  And, as all things fade away (I’m sure blankets have enough logic to see this), isn’t it better to love and be loved than to slowly disintegrate in a dark closet?