Everyone has their thing. You know, their
thing. That one thing that fills them with indescribable comfort or joy. Everyone's thing may be different. It can vary from a song, to a childhood book, and even to an important person in their life. For some people, it can be an animal (or just animals in general). Take Lennie for instance. His natural pull to furry creatures may be strange to some, but it can mean the world to others. It can be something that they need, or just something that they enjoy. People's attachment to their thing can vary. (I should really think of a better term for that, but "thing" is all that's currently coming to mind. So we'll stick with it for now.) Some people crave it, like an addiction. Without it, they are lost. Others just enjoy it while it's there, but aren't bothered by its absence. I suppose it all depends on the person, and their thing.
But this thing can also be a bad thing. Sometimes it can lead to pain when others don't understand. Let's go back to Lennie, our favorite friendly giant. Lennie had his mice, and they comforted him. When George confiscated his mouse, more than once, it upset him. A lot. And George may not have known this. George may have thought he was trying to help. Because maybe, Lennie is George's mouse.
What is your "thing"?
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