Hey. There aren't many people I can ask about this that I feel would understand. My favorite animal is the wombat. I'm not Australian, and I really new very little about this animal until a few years ago when a very close friend of mine, who IS Australian, exposed me to them. We're really close friends and he's very important to me, but he lives so far away, and we decided that it'd be nice for me to have something from him that I could cuddle with. He didn't want to send me a kangaroo or koala, because they're so common. He came to me one day and said that he'd decided to send me a wombat. I was indifferent, really, but I thought they were cute and was happy to get something from him. Upon opening the package once it arrived, I was floored by how emotional I felt over it. I found it difficult to part with Wombat for days after I recieved him and to this day I sleep with him every single night and he goes on every trip with me and sometimes even when I just go out somewhere, he goes into my messenger bag (that I carry with me) and I tote him along. Since then, I've been increasingly aware of how strongly I feel about these animals. Seeing pictures of them or catching a glimpse of them on TV or something excites me so much. In addition, occasionally just sitting there, they'll pop into my head. It takes very little to set me off emotionally when it comes to wombats (I know how silly that sounds). My friends identify me so strongly with wombats that pretty much all of them address me by Wombat now. I've had TONS of friends text message me in the middle of the day to say something like, 'Oh my god, I just saw a wombat on TV!" or something like that. After some thought, I decided there had to be something more to this, because I've never felt so in tune with another creature before, especially one that I've unfortunately never been able to meet in person. After some research, I was wondering what you guys thought of the possibility of the wombat being some sort of totem or spirit animal for me? Growing up, I always felt very connected to cats (I still do, to a point), and begged my parents for a cat (who I still have, Zachery). I feel almost guilty about not feeling as strongly about cats as I do about wombats because they were so important to me growing up. Meh. Wondering what you guys think of all this. Thanks.
My mother-in-law collected ponies--real ones and hundreds of statuettes, toys, etc. My mom used to collect owls; now she has a stuffed bunny collection. One of the bunnies, her personal favorite, normally occupies a place on my parents' living-room sofa. She talks to him, and when I was visiting in August, she brought him to the breakfast table and gave him a seat and a place setting for breakfast. And no, my mom is still quite sharp and shows no signs of senility or dementia. However I'm pretty sure that rabbits are not her totem. She just has a stuffed rabbit obsession, that's all. And I would say that you just have a wombat obsession. All kinds of people become obsessed by all kinds of things. Personally I prefer women, but that's just me. But I'm sure you can find somebody on this forum who will tell you that wombats are your totem animal, or some such thing. And maybe they are.
A human being is like a tuning fork. You strike yourself with desire, and see what vibrates in response to it. Careful what you desire. x
Again, if you love this bubbly boy, and feel fine with it, you should go about being together. Dont tinker with emotions too much. When you analyze them too hard, the pieces dont make any sense. Yet, all pieces together constitute an entity by themselves. Therefore, dont sweat it, just feel it.