Post 183) from Xanga

183) My boyfriend bought a DVD player and the complete "Avengers" on DVD-- but only the Emma Peel episodes. That's 51-- count them, 51-- hours of viewing pleasure.

That's a lot of Avengers.

We saw the movie together and were sorely disappointed... even expecting nothing, we loathed it much... except the scene in which all the villains were dressed up as giant teddy bears. It was surreal to see giant teddy bears-- red, green, blue-- shooting at each other and climbing up ladders during the chase scene...

I don't like teddy bears, in general, ever since I had one I named "Rainbow." It was white with beady eyes and rainbow-colored ear linings made of satin.

At first, I loved Rainbow. I slept with him at night and told him my girlhood problems during the day.

But eventually I tired of Rainbow and stopped paying attention to him.

But then for years, I felt really guilty whenever I saw him or thought about him. Guilty that I wasn't paying as much attention to him as I used to. I put him in the closet so I wouldn't have to think about him so much, but I still knew he was there.

Finally during one of my mom's cleaning phases, I put Rainbow the teddy bear in the "To Go" box. We gave him away to the St. Vincent de Paul.

But I still felt really guilty about the whole thing.

Only I could feel guilty about how I treated a stuffed animal.

And that's why I hate teddy bears.