Introduction
Are you a Warm Fuzzy or a Cold Prickly?
A couple of weeks ago, I experienced a barrage of nasty grams from a local person I had befriended through social media. I assumed messages like that would eventually arrive but, this was totally unexpected for a number of reasons
Regardless, I was hurt and I was trying to figure out how to make myself feel better. I brought up the topic in a monthly Zoom I participate in and received wonderful feedback but, that didn’t do the trick.
Then, I remembered an old friend I have used in projects for school, business, and coaching several times over the years. Warm Fuzzies to the rescue!
A Warm Fuzzy Tale by Dr. Claude Steiner was originally published in 1969. He was one of the principal developers of Transactional Analysis and used this tale as a resource for social skill development in children. It is now a term commonly used in conversation.
Then, my brain started to create an updated version of this tale and I decided to share it all with you.
By the way, my son drew this picture when he was 7 years old, and fortunately, I took a picture of it last year before the big move. I hope you enjoy it.
After you read my version of the tale, if you are feeling warm and fuzzy, please tag a friend and let them know how you feel. Further, you can connect with me and my network of people because I feel like I have a genuinely amazing bunch. I hope you have a wonderful day and thank you for taking a moment to add a little sunshine to my day. ~Amy
Story
Once upon a time, we lived in glorious kingdoms where most people lived happily ever after. Symbols of our love, honor, and fortitude filled our homes and neighborhoods. Authentic companionship was just our way of life.
At birth, we were bestowed a soft Fuzzy Bag were destined to carry for life. Inside, was an unlimited supply of Warm Fuzzies we could bestow to anybody at any time which made our kingdoms feel rich and alive.
People who avoided Warm Fuzzies were in danger of developing a dis-ease which caused them to shrivel up, become ill and eventually die. Their preference was to distribute Cold Prickles which instilled fear, shame, and great sadness in those around them. It was a sad sight to see.
Fortunately, people were always asking each other for Warm Fuzzies, and since they were always given freely, getting enough of them was never a problem and the Cold Prickles didn’t survive long. Abundant joy permeated all the kingdoms, all but one.
The Kingdom of The Dark Mountain, that was controlled by a Fire Breathing Dragon, harbored those poor souls who were unwilling or incapable of sharing joy and perpetually stole it from others with envy in their eyes.
One day, a powerful Warlock who lived atop The Dark Mountain became so enraged because nobody wanted to buy his arcane potions and spells. In turn, he cast a wicked scheme for his dark elves to cultivate throughout the world.
They convinced everyone Warm Fuzzies were scarce and should be reserved for special occasions. Eventually, those little cuties fell from distribution and the kingdoms became gloomy and lifeless. Cold Pricklies were gaining ground.
People began to shrivel up and refused to partake in genuine communications for fear of losing the glorious Warm Fuzzies they so overwhelmingly coveted. Instead, they secretly exchanged Cold Pricklies.
More and more people searched for and pleaded with the Warlock to create extravagant potions and spells even though they inevitably caused more havoc and resulted in dramatic and unforeseen natural consequences.
Well, the situation was getting very grave indeed. The Warlock didn’t really want all the people to die because he would lose his source of wealth and power. In turn, a new and more devious spell was cast down upon our kingdoms.
The Warlock disguised himself as a powerful ruler from a kingdom far, far away. He wore a crown of shiny gold with green emeralds, white diamonds, and red rubies coupled with a rigorous display of material possessions and physical pleasures.
Apropos, the Warlock and his elves distributed Plastic Fuzzies foretelling the promise of great wealth and happiness. Further, they convinced the people if enough Plastic Fuzzies were accumulated, one could be exalted into extreme bliss.
The Plastic Fuzzies ran rampant and were wrought with complexity while Warm Fuzzies evolved into a rare and valuable commodity. Moreover, people became obsessed with trying to emulate and maintain a warm and fuzzy facade.
Eventually, people started to devise their own Plastic Fuzzies and freely distributed them throughout the kingdoms. Their perceived wealth appeared grandiose but at night, they cursed the wicked Warlock for creating them.
Ultimately, the Plastic Fuzzies woke the Dragon and his breath scorched the land. People became fearful and isolated. Trees took shallow roots and produce inadequate fruit. Dark clouds blanketed the skies and satiated the polluted rivers.
A great hunger infiltrated our hearts and we began to question our faith.
Thankfully, a brave warrior overheard news of the desolation and ignited a quest to slay the Dragon. The warrior traveled kingdoms far and wide, learned native tongues to gain wisdom, and ventured through the darkest dark to find the purest light.
Eventually, the Warrior diminished the great Dragon but, the descendants and their voices still roam.
Now the veracious Warrior freely and abundantly distributes Warm Fuzzies throughout the kingdoms and sings beautiful melodies into the winds of hope to dissipate as many Cold and Plastic Pricklies as possible. Maybe you can help….
Amy Storytelling at its very best. Legend has it……
Hi Amy, a warm welcome from someone who really loves ‘”Warm Fuzzies” – such a great tale, and kudos to your son too, very talented! The “Plastic Fuzzies” are a very accurate description of our modern time pitfalls. Looking forward to reading more from you!
Amy,
Congratulations and WELCOME to the family! I absolutely love the tale that carries such truth around “Warm Fuzzies”.
It is also such a great reminder to stay in touch with our own intentions in avoiding “Plastic Fuzzies”. Looking forward to reading more of your essays. #nocoldpricklies!