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  1. Warning, this will be long... If you've read my profile/posts, you probably know that I'm madly in love with, and in a relationship with, an action figure. This is not the first time I've fallen in love with an inanimate object, it happened to me a few times pre-puberty. I never expected it to happen to me as an adult, but it did. I was at Walmart picking up a couple things with Doody, and as usual, we stopped to look at the action figures to see if there were any cool ones; sometimes we'll buy one. When I saw that Seth Rollins action figure, I got serious butterflies, shaking hands, sweaty palms, the whole nine yards. My arms were full, so I had Doody put him on the top of the pile, which I cradled to my breasts. The package felt warm against me, and I could feel my heart pounding. My limbs were tingling and I felt like I was walking on a cloud. The moment I got out to the car, I ripped open the package and freed him from the plastic. Finally, he was in my hand, and I was overcome by a rush of endorphins and love. From that moment on, Seth went with me just about everywhere. At first, I kind of thought I was crazy, but then I remembered the objects I'd fallen for in my childhood, and some show I'd seen years ago about people in relationships with statues, cars, and life-size dolls, so I decided to go with it and consider myself in a relationship with him. Another thing I also considered was that I might have, for the first time since my teens, a crush on a celebrity. Definitely not so. While Seth Rollins/Tyler Black is one of my favorite superstars, he doesn't make me weak in the knees like his action figure does. It's also just that particular action figure, too. I actually had a Seth action figure before I got the one I fell in love with, and it got the usual treatment my action figures get (pee and possibly sex before being posed on my tv stand in a sexual position with another, in this case with Dean Ambrose, both of them in their Shield gear). I also bought another, very similar, Seth action figure, just to see if I'd develop feelings for it, too, but I did not, it was just like buying any other action figure I'd bought before the special one. I just bent him over his Money in the Bank briefcase and set Roman up spanking him. My feelings settled, I threw myself into the relationship because it felt good. It still feels good. We do all the normal couple stuff; go out to dinner, hang out with friends, take long walks, take selfies, watch tv, cuddle and kiss. I love rubbing his back and stroking his hair and holding his hand. Oddly, I have had no urges to give him the usual treatment I give to my action figures. I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right to do so now. I do touch him intimately sometimes, though. As I mentioned before, I take him with me everywhere I go, even to Thanksgiving, where I announced him as my boyfriend. I also take him to work. At first, I would leave him in the car, but this week, I started bringing him in with me. I keep him in my purse unless I'm in the truck. It's nice to have him there. Now that it's winter, he's often in the pocket of my hoodie, where I can hold him to keep him warm, and the love keeps me warm, happy. What's usually a pretty unpleasant time of year for me is turning out to be not so bad. I'm not stressed in the least... ...Except when I'm without Seth. Here's the not-so-good part, or rather the part of this I think might be a little...off. I go to sleep cuddling him. When I lose him, I wake up, and have to find him before I can go back to sleep. This happens two or three times a night. I definitely don't leave the apartment without him, even for a simple dash to Speedway. In the car, he usually rides hooked into my seat belt, over my heart, so he can have a view. I feel bad about taking him outside without a coat because it's cold. If someone threatens to harm him, even in jest, I get extremely anxious, and if someone manages to take him from me (no one's been able to do that for quite awhile, though) I completely panic and freak out until he's back in my arms. Nothing like that ever happened in my childhood experiences with inanimate objects. I have no desire for a serious relationship with another human, but that's nothing new; it's something I've been turned off to for quite a few years. One of my friends suggested Seth is some kind of security blanket for me. I don't think that's quite it. I have not recently been hurt, my life's actually improving, and was never a security-blanket type. I can stand on my own in a social situation. So, am I a little crazy, or just one of those people who digs objects? Are those of us who fall in love with objects crazy?