I don’t know if it’s weird or strange, but mine is my son’s favourite stuffed bunny from when he was a young child. He’s in his 20s now, and I keep his bunny next to my bed, and cuddle with it when I’m sad.

I find confort in the fact someone put marshmallows in Jello and called it a salad, and everybody just went along with it.

Do you know got stupid my dumbest ideas are? Not as stupid as ambrosia salad. And that’s comforting.

Making eye contact with a rat, pigeon, or hedgehog.

I was raised around a lot of wildlife and aspects of cities can feel lonely and empty. Seeing other living creatures comforts me.

I don’t have an answer right now, but this was a great question OP, and also your answer is great. It’s weird enough that I would have never thought that someone would.

Only thing that comes to mind now is a thing from Buddhism called the five remembrances. I’m not Buddhist, but I like quite a few Buddhist ideas and this is one of them. I don’t think of it as weird, but a few friends I’ve discussed this with have found it weird; they didn’t understand how this is a source of comfort to me, and they found it quite depressing to think about. I find it comforting for precisely those reasons, because I’m terrified of change, but it’s inescapable.

Anyway, roughly, they are:

1. I am sure to become old; I cannot avoid ageing.
2. I am sure to become ill; I cannot avoid illness.
3. I am sure to die; I cannot avoid death.
4. I will be separated and parted from all that is dear and beloved to me.
5. I am the owner of my actions, heir of my actions, actions are the womb (from which I have sprung), actions are my relations, actions are my protection. Whatever actions I do, good or bad, of these I shall become the heir.

When I wake up while it’s still dark in the morning, I can hear the sound of trains in the distance. Specifically no horns or anything, just the sound of the engines / metal on tracks.

Bonus points because it was lightly raining today.

That the world is going to be a really shitty place to live in the future, and I won’t really be missing anything when I die.

To think about death.

No I’m not depressed. Death is a topic that is sad or scary from the point of view of the living. But once we die, that point of view is not valid for us any more. So then death becomes a point beyond which being sad or happy doesn’t matter any more because sad and happy are part of the living world.

Of course I’m scared to die. Fear is a part of life and survival instincts are what has kept us what we are. I don’t want to seek death and want to enjoy the time of being alive to the fullest.

But we can seek solace in the mystery of death as much as the mystery of birth, I believe.

Smelling a roll of plastic garbage bags. There’s just something about that smell

Being in and driving in super thick fog. The rest of the world is just gone. I love it.

Thunderstorms. It reminds me of my place in the world and how I should stop taking myself so seriously.

Dark bedroom, cats are put to bed downstairs (they chew feet so they can’t stay in the room with us), I put on some chill indie coffee house playlist and light some nag champa incense, and then I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I don’t reflect on the past or ponder on the future, I just listen to the music, the distant trains and traffic, the rain, the wind, the leaves falling on the metal roof.

It’s my perfect beautifully braindead time. I can’t wait for legalization in our state, that’s the only missing component.

Picking all the fuzz out of Velcro until the Velcro is clean as new

American Girl dolls

An empty, silent house. I’ve got 3 kids and love them dearly, but holy shit, I love being alone in the house when I get a chance.

Morbid but… I find comfort in knowing that we’re all going to die. Some sooner than others of course but at the end of the day we’ll all be dead. There’s comfort it knowing that life isn’t forever, and so we should figure out what’s important to us now and not defer it to retirement or some other arbitrary time.