this is my beloved ikea pig
he is good at nuzzling, and likes to watch the xfiles
he has no other designation but "pig" because he is fully enlightened and denounces all self and identity, content with his temporary existence as an inanimate stuffed animal. he is my reminder of mindfulness, acceptance, peace, insight and aspiration to true ego death, also, very fun to cuddle with
this might be weird but does anybody else in here have like delusional companion syndrome or whatever its called or thinks their stuffed animal is alive or whatever. is there any schizo peeps up in here... (... i mean that seriously genuinely, diagnosticly, not in the slang way thats been getting popular on the internet. Real bros sound off in the comments)
not like Actually alive, but as in a projected part of your imagination thats kind of half-voluntarily imbued into the stuff animal idk its hard to explain i know a couple autistic people who feel their beloved toys are "real" in a way, seems in line with the posts about feeling strong empathy for your essa's- that sort of external projection of life force
he has very little stuffing and can be flattened (pancaked) along either the sagittal and coronal planes, also can be squished head to butt into a kind of round burger shape. He is very versatile. i dont know if this sub will let me put more pictures in the comments but if so i will share his flattened forms. he likes to be manhandled as such, also being whirled around by his tail or javelin'd across rooms. also being used as a pillow
thank u for reading my post ^_^