So, let’s walk through the facts, shall we? lol
1. I’m 43 years old.
2. R and I don’t have children.
3. I don’t live with any children here in Oakland.
4. Yes, the photo is of my bed here in Oakland.
Yesterday, me and two of my good friends who I live with went to some Swap Meets, i.e., flea markets/la pulga/el tianguis.
I confessed to them that I would like a Hello Kitty comforter. And so yesterday, I got the Hello Kitty plush blanket that is now on my bed.
I think that’s the moment when we all realized that I crossed over into the point of no return in the Hello Kitty universe.
All the stuff on the bed are things that I received as gifts from friends and R. The sweatshirt was part of my Hello Kitty costume this past Halloween. I wear the slippers, and use the headphones and coffee mug every day.
This Hello Kitty obsession snuck up on me slowly over these past two years. I mean, I love cats and all that. But Hello Kitty represents more than just my love of kitty cats. And its not like I wanted Hello Kitty things when I was a kid, and was denied them by my parents. Growing up, I didn’t have one single Hello Kitty item in my bedroom, because I simply just wasn’t interested.
Listen, the reality is that when R and I are living together full-time again, be it in Mexico or the United States, we won’t sleep with a Hello Kitty comforter on our bed. My Hello Kitty stuffed animal may have to live on a shelf, and not on my pillow.
In thinking about it this morning, Hello Kitty represents to me an alternative universe. Not a regression, per se, but a place where objects and situations are soft, cute, and completely predictable.
And Hello Kitty is expressionless the majority of the time. So you can’t tell when she cries.