The Comforter (otherwise known as "Deep Thoughts")

I've got this white down comforter that I sleep with every night and have for as long as I can remember. Of course, after so much time, it no longer looks as pristine as the white comforter in this picture...it looks more like a grey, mangled mess with feathers flying out of it and hardly any fluff left at all. Still, I love it. My family makes fun of me for keeping such a disaster - my sister even calls it "my boyfriend" - but I don't care. It, in a word, comforts me. Which leads me to my random deep thought...you see, over the years I've tried to get new comforters. In fact, I've got a perfectly good bright pink down comforter that I use for back-up on my bed right now and I wish I could just fully commit to the pink one and get rid of the white one once and for all. But still, I hold on. I suppose I'm in a bit of a melancholy mood, but I was thinking of my stupid ex AFMF and how he ended up marrying his old, white comforter (for lack of a better analogy) and I took it so personally. But why should I take it personally if his personal preference was what he was comfortable with? Yes, it's been two years and I should move on already and in most regards I have....until late at night when I can't sleep and I stare at my comforters and have random deep thoughts. Am I making any sense? Because in my head I swear this made a bunch more sense than it is right now. This concludes today's edition of Deep Thoughts. :)